It dawned on me today that my baby girl, my firstborn, my Snook, is only going to be two-years-old for one more month. There's already very little baby left in that girl, but when she turns three, well that just feels like it will be the official end of her babyhood. Boo hoo hoo! I never thought I would miss this age (there have been a few, ahem, challenges), but if this were a traditional paper diary, there would be teardrop splotches all over it.
Well, I'm sure I will be going on and on about Snook in the days leading up to (and following) her third birthday, and all of her birthdays to come. But today, I wanted to post this picture of her.
It was taken by my forever girlfriend, Tina, at the Fairy Day we went to with our girls at Quail Botanical Gardens last July. Snook was almost 2 1/2. Not quite in preschool yet. Still fairly new to the whole big sister thing. I think it captures her in all of her both tender and terrible twoness. My mischievous little fairy (as Tina put it). Boo hoo hoo! Oh hush. It's my blog, and I can cry if I want to.