Three years ago I wrote a blog post about how sad/scared/sentimental I was about The Pea turning nine. Ha. If only I knew how good I had it back then. Now her younger brothers are nine, and this beautiful creature has turned twelve. Twelve.
I feel like I'm doomed to wail for my lost baby every time she turns a year older, forever and ever. But as Alfie likes to say, this really isn't about me. I can't be mourning for the sweet young child I've lost because there's a strong, confident girl gradually taking her place. Before I know it that girl will be gone too, so I'm going to enjoy her while I can. The Pea is excited to be turning twelve; she has so much to do, and she's going to do it all so well! Now that's something worth celebrating.
Happy Birthday to my Sweet Pea. You've come a long way, sweets. May you forever be climbing to new heights.