This has been a long week. Adjusting to single parenthood after enjoying the privilege of having Hubs home has been a challenge. Girl wants more attention than I can possibly give, and Boy is getting more mobile every minute. I know that I’m going to look back and miss this, but right now I’m praying for a little extra strength and patience. Girl has been pushing the limits, as all three year olds do, and it has made for some struggle for her. She tries to please everyone, help as much as she knows how, and has an imagination bigger than her body. She is very on the go, constantly chattering (I know, she’s my kid…) away about something, and trying to be independent in all that she does. Boy looks to her with such adoration that my heart melts. She doesn’t even realize it. At the end of the day, both of us have been falling into bed exhausted. This leads to amazing sleep, crazy dreams, and the ability to meet most mornings ready to take on another day. Tonight, after cleaning up as much as I could and working for a few hours, I went up to go to bed. Girl’s light was on, and I got momentarily annoyed. When I barged in expecting her to be playing, I found her as you see her in this picture. I stopped dead in my tracks and became breathlessly sentimental for a second. In all of the hustle and bustle, I got sidetracked and this served as my reminder: She is still only three. She is still little, no matter what she tries to tell me, and no matter how advanced she may appear. Sometimes when her personality is large and in charge, and her need for attention gets overwhelming, I forget. I’m so happy that she’s not really all grown up yet. She is smart, funny, and full of energy. I hope that I can somehow learn to keep up, and keep my patience, enough to watch and learn from her as she grows. Thanks for the reminder, Girl. Sleep well.