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Me: I’m turning twenty four next Tuesday.

Husband: How do you feel about it? Do you feel any different?

Me: No, not really. It’s just… that just means The Princess will be FOUR in two months. THEN! She goes to school.. this year!

Husband: you know, I was hoping to sleep well and now I’m going to have nightmares.

Me: Then she’s going to turn five. And then ten. And then fifteen and sixteen

Husband: Goodnight!

I know, I know. She’s not turning a huge milestone age but four? FOUR! Is a huge deal. Because holy hell, that’s school age and I’m not ready to say goodbye to her for three hours. I think I will just volunteer myself in her class because she’s my little girl. And I can.. protect her… From bullies and mean girls. What do preschoolers fight about?

Princess: I’m gonna to be five and and and I’m gonna have four boyfrans and a gulfran and I gonna go on a unicorn and and mawwy won weasley!

Me: Why are you breaking my heart?

Princess: I no bweak you heart! I fix it! Here. See? All fixed, mommy. *pats my chest*

Me: I love you.

Princess: I love you more and more and more, mommy! I give you a unicorn!

Kids grow up too damn fast.

Sometimes she says she’s not my friend anymore because I don’t give her something she wants. But other days? She says I’m her best friend EVAR and I’m the best mommy in the world.

Everyday she’s my favorite princess and I hope that if she does remember this age that she remembers the laying down on the floor giggling when I put a puzzle in the wrong space and telling me “mommy dat doesn go thear!“. And when she puts makeup on my face and we make silly faces. And the time she did “snow circles” on the snow when it snowed here. And when she helps me make icing and dips her whole hand in the bowl to taste it. And when I sing to her or read to her as she’s drifting to sleep with angelic eyes. And when I whisper in her ears “I love you” and kiss her hair and she whispers back. Or the silly outfits she makes and goes out for a walk like that.

I just can’t help but be in love with her. I can’t help to look at her when she says or does something new in awe. And I can’t help to laugh when she says something silly and bright. I love that little girl.

I’ll be a MESS in two months. Sigh

Miss Fashionista