Yes, today that little girl is 3. When she woke up this morning I said “Meggie, it is your birthday” and she said “Is it October?”.

I didn’t think she would make it this far, especially after last night. She went to bed and a few minutes later came a huge crash and then the painful screams that no parent ever wants to hear. J and I both ran towards to sound and there was Meg, lying underneath my Tall-boy chest of drawers. She had been climing up to reach something and it had fallen down on top of her. At least the screaming meant she wasn’t dead! Jus pulled her out and I grabbed her and pulled her close to me, not daring to breathe in case I burst into tears. I was so scared she had broken something. Jus checked her over and she came away fairly unscathed, except for a bleeding nose and a huge bump on her head.

She is such a devil! But Happy Birthday to the cutest devil I know. xxx