A day in the life of a first birthday girl
A day in the life of a first birthday girl
My 4-year-old can read. My 3-year-old can get herself dressed. Their baby days are gone, remembered only in fleeting moments when I find a well-loved baby book on their bookshelf, or snuggle a friend’s precious baby, the intoxicating baby smell mixing with clothing freshly washed with Dreft.
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