This little peanut is five today.
It's been an amazing journey with this little girl. The entire time I was pregnant with her, I was convinced it was another boy. I just couldn't imagine having a daughter. What would I do with her?
Thing is, I really never needed to worry.
Our Princess is clever and strong. She climbs everything and sings silly songs like her dad in three languages.
The Princess makes friends with everyone and all the big kids want to pick her up and carry her around the playground. It's hysterical watching her either let them or watching her tell them to get lost.
Her French is perfect and she has no fear correcting Hubster and I if our pronunciation is off. It's her language we are speaking after all.
She considers herself a woman of the world, loving the beaches of the south of France, her plane trips to the United States, and the numerous journeys around Paris, up to Calais, and over the sea to England.
She's a ball of sunshine wrapped in pink and purple, jumping off swings and dancing to The Dixie Chicks. She's beautiful and wonderful and when she hugs me, I can't believe my luck.
What do I do with my daughter?
I love her and watch her fly.
Happy Birthday, Princess.