We went out of town over the holiday weekend. My best friend Quentin had her birthday on Saturday, so we used that as an excuse to hit the road. We had a great time (in part thanks to Bryan who let us crash at his house while he was burning), though we are a little overtired.
While shopping and eating great food and drinking wine was fun, the highlight of the trip came courtesy of Grace. As a treat we decided to let Grace spend the night with Quentin and David alone. She was thrilled! She got to stay up late and watch a movie and hang out with her favorite godmother!
Before Craig and I left for the night I tucked her into bed, and she quietly said, "Mommy, I really like being four years old." And I knew just what she meant. She loves gaining independence. I love it too. I also love that she still falls asleep in my lap on occasion or tells me "I love you so much" each morning in bed. Independence is good. So is being my little girl.
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