This is me. Well, I don’t mean literally, me. But she is the closest thing you’d ever meet to having met me as a child if you didn’t know me when I was her age. Coincidentally, maybe, she also happens to look like me. The good news is, she got all the good parts. She’s actually a cute kid, me not so much, actually she is beautiful. Tomorrow she turns 3. I’m still trying to figure out how we got to this place, this place of 3. Everyday she gets a little taller, a little cuter & a lot more sassy. I have to say, she makes me feel like no one else can, like I’m a big deal, like I personally hung the moon and made the stars twinkle, actually, she’s good at doing that for a lot of people. I don’t know what to say, she’s perfect. She’s me in so many ways but better than me in every one. Watching her as she grows gives me so much joy and I’m so thankful to have her in my life. I constantly pray that I am the Daddy she needs me to be, the provider that she deserves & the friend and protector that I have been given the responsibility of being.

I love you, Mary Jane, happy number 3.