How is it possible that we are only a few weeks from Christmas?

It seems one minute, I was anxiously awaiting the time Little One would be speaking in sentences, using the potty (hooray for the end of diapers!), and being her own little person. Well, that time has come and now she's three years old!  The year just flew by and though I've been "here", I feel like I haven't really experienced all of it. Does that make sense?

The days, weeks, and months have been so busy. Now my tiny preemie has become a little lady.

Time.




It's definitely something I need to soak in and appreciate more.