M is three years old today. I know I'm biased, but she's the cutest, funniest, most wonderful kid I know. I've been sappy and sentimental these last few days, thinking of how insanely lucky I am to be her mom. She makes every single day of my life happier, even when I'm threatening to sell her on Craig's List.
So happy birthday, baby. I love you with all of my heart.
Updated: The party was all set. The favors were laid out. I was about to leave to pick up the cake and balloons when M started vomiting. Poor kid can't even keep water down now. Needless to say, the party was canceled. Bless her, she's taking it in stride, but we're all disappointed. What a birthday present.