My 4-Year-Old

I have a 4 year old.   !!!!    This one number- the age of my child- seems to govern my world.  Everything seems to make sense based on this number.  You know, 1 and 2 were just hard.  3 was better, but still hard.  But then comes 4.  Like magic, some things are just much easier.  I can leave the house with more ease now to train without big meltdowns.  I can work a little more easily and with less guilt, as I know she has friends and is truly having fun at school.

She is amazingly kind to animals.  She is acutely aware of her friends and friendships.  She love gymnastics and hates swim lessons.  She still does not have any interest in soccer.  She loves to pick out her own clothes (actually, she won't let anyone else pick out her clothes).  The more sparkle and glitter, the better!  She is just her own, amazing little person.

 Isla with her cousin Virginia.  

 Isla helping Papaw drive, just like I did as a kid :)

 Her first big girl bike.  She loved it!!!

 The Baby Bull Run- Isla loved running from the roller girls trying to pop her with their bats!

 Special kisses :)

 My little hippie :)

 Our Elvis glasses:)

Isla put on makeup today and said she "wanted to look pretty for daddy when he came home."  LOL!!!  But love it!  

I love this little girl.  I can't believe it has been 4 years.  They have been hard.  They have been wonderful.  Time has not flown by- those first two years were in turtle time.  But now, I just treasure every single minute with her as I know it won't last forever.  I told her today that even when she was a teenager I wanted to be able to hold her, kiss her, and love her.  Wishful thinking I know!