Tawa

…..as she says when introducing herself.

Today she is three. She is no longer our wee baby. Though she will always be our baby…the youngest of the family. A whopping 5 years difference between her and Caitlyn.

She makes us laugh and cry in frustration. She brings us joy and she brings us tears. But only for a moment. We can’t stay mad at our little chatterbox for very long.

Life revolves around a Tara. We all jump to her commands. She has us all wrapped around her little dirty fingers. From cute little statements about wuving us to much to things like I HATE MY LIFE!!! (really?) to screaming ASSHOLE (ahem) at her brother….she has been absolutely fascinating.

She adores her siblings…she wants to follow them wherever they go. She is the little shadow. I love how patient and kind the kids are with her. I am so proud of Caity and Adam and how great they have been with her. Not only for fun and love and kindness but in helping me. I could not have raised her without them.

Today she is three. Our fearless one who lives in such confidence that we are all there for her. She is fearless in her assurance of the love that surrounds her. She ventures out into the big wide world knowing we are trailing behind ready to catch her when she falls. “NOT AGAIN” she says when she trips.

I love how the kids compete for her attention….their tiny Queen….dirt covered, sticky….but still reigning over all.

She is over indulged because she is my last…the last time for tiny snuggles. The last time for tiny hands in mine. My little baby….even at three.

She told me she can’t go to preschool because she will miss me. The sucker in me likes to believe that…to hold on to being in the centre of her heart…before she venture forth and meets new people, new loves, new passions.