A girl undeniably on the cusp of 3. A girl so proud of her fuzzy leopard skirt she practically strutted into daycare. A girl who counted to 25 this week at school. A girl who came with me today to deliver sissy’s lunch box and declared she was ready to go to kindergarten, too. A girl who will, without hesitation, look you in the eye and tell you her name and then ask you yours. A girl who is potty trained by day. A girl who loves chocolate milk perhaps more than anything on this Earth besides mommy and daddy and sissy. A girl who loves to dance. A girl who still sucks her thumb. A girl who is still my baby.