Let me preface this post with the fact that Im not a mopey bum all of the sudden, BUT...
Is it normal for me to be so broken hearted that Estee is growing up. I look back and cant figure out how we suddenly got to pre-school. When we dropped her off today I couldn't fight back the tears...and I realized that it might be a good thing that sister wasn't here for this. This little girl has my heart. I don't know how you mothers do it...I think loving is one of the hardest things in the world. Leaving you vulnerable and susceptible to heartbreak...I can image that parenting is the greatest example of this (I know "it's worth it" you're telling me right now). Anyway, I love this girl...all I had was my phone to take photos on (these are from her pre-school orientation)

Such a big girl...I have to remind myself that she is 3 not 13.
I cant get enough of this face...how cute is she laughing at herself in the one below?















































