When Elia fell asleep on my lap at 5:00 pm during a church meeting the night before her birthday, I inwardly groaned that she would be up half the night.
Then it dawned on me; this is the last day Elia will be my 3 year old, cuddling in my arms, three fingers firmly planted in her mouth, sound asleep.
Then I tried not to cry.
Indeed, she was up half the night.
And just between you and me, I loved every minute of it.
Happy birthday my 4 year old, Elia Clara.
I Love you forever.
