Mylea.

Yesterday was Mylea's fourth birthday. It seems like such a short time ago I was meeting her for the first time as a three week old little baby. Now, four years later, she is undoubtedly my favorite person, the number one in my life. It's so hard to watch her grow up, to change from the beautiful, happy little baby she used to be to the rough, crazy toddler she is now. I miss rocking the tiny infant to sleep, and I miss walking around and singing the 18 month old to sleep. I miss being called her "dotie," and I will most likely carry her around until she's 8, but it's amazing to see the person she's becoming. I've suffered a fat lip from her headbutts, laughed until I've cried when she does funny things like tell her cousins that Santa is fake and kiss 2 year old Colby on the lips, and she continuously melts my heart when she snuggles me or kisses me or randomly tells me she loves me. I just can't believe she's four.