My little girl is two years and three days old.
She got a trike for her birthday and was up on it as soon as Hubby had it put together.
She fell off and got straight back up again.
She wants to cuddle all the snails and cats, and has made friends with a foal down the road.
We spend a lot of time these days not wearing our shoes and hang out in the garden.
We made it to WHO minimum recommendation of two years of breastfeeding and are now heading into the "beyond" part.
She is brave.
And independent.
Mostly fearless.
Funny.
Strong-willed.
Unique.
I'm happy to have our little moments of milk and books after cycling.
Or be the harbour of a sling nap after her first time in the bumper cars.
There are no pictures of the special day, but I will carry the memory in my heart forever.
I have never been more proud of anything I've achieved and can't wait to see what comes next on our adventure.
