Now she is four

Four years. That is two plus two and one more than three. I know exactly how and where the time has gone but I am often left breathless by how swiftly it seems to have passed. Four really is a special age and a kind of a coming of age, I think. She was so little for so long and now we are getting a hint of the possibilities of what the coming year will show and bring. Happy birthday, sweet four year old!