Frog Legs . . . Anyone?

There is always something

to laugh about

or to take your breath away . . .

or both at the same time

with Erin around.

She is 3 ~ half way to 4 years old.

This day, when she put on these old pink boots of Syd's

and this hand-me down Mickey jacket,

and a real pony-tail,

I was feeling bittersweet about how big she looked . . .

that she had grown into these clothes and this hair.

What will we do when we do not have a "little one" anymore,

but a "big girl" instead?