I just came upstairs to bed, wondering which picture I would choose for my “happy moment” today. I must admit, I was more than a little perplexed to find our bedroom door locked, from the inside….what the?! Having pulled the bobby pin that I very conveniently had readily available in my barnet, and used it to gain entry, I was greeted by this saccharine sight:
She may have just turned 4 years old, but she’ll always be my baby. Now….do I move her, or do I enjoy the snuggles while she still actually wants them? #100HappyDays.