Her turning like 16 and all. Doesn't she look old? I've had my breath stolen right out of my chest on many occasion lately when I look at her and see so little of my face, so little of Ross' face, and so MUCH beauty. This perfectly formed face of her own. I know she has resemblances to us because people tell me so. But all I see is Sophia. With one set of dimples in her cheeks and one under her eyes (my FAVorite- inherited from Ross) and spaces between her perfect teeth, and cheeks you want to bury your whole face into, and eyes as big and blue as the pacific.
She can clean up the entire toy-room (a room I used to leave tornadoed (sure it's a verb) for weeks on end), color and read and paint and build and do all sorts of wonderful quiet-time activities during Mila's nap. She can get her own food and water and she cleans every spec of her face that could have been touched by food so I don't have to. She tells me that I'm pretty and tells me when she loves my dress and loves my hair and loves my necklace. She loves to give me kisses and rub my arms and she tells me that she loves ME and that I'm her best friend, like 20 times a day.
Did anyone warn me that nearly 4 is like the greatest age in the whole wide world? I wish we could all be nearly 4. The whole world would be a better place-- Obama wouldn't have felt like he had to go in and fix everything in like a month and in so doing, ruin everything.
But we might find soggy pull-ups in hidden trash cans, in countries far and wide.
(Our sippy-of-ice-water habit at night has not helped us in the night-time potty-train game. So no... she's not perfect. Under-eye-dimples and all.)
P.S. A couple new posts on my photo-blog HERE.