Three!

Your's is the birth story I am so fearful to tell. I look back and feel the overwhelming helplessness again. None of my birth stories have been ideal they have all not been as expected or desired, but those were mostly fears about myself, with you little Bean it was different. I am so glad you are here with me now, you are three, a vivacious, spunky three. You cut your own hair because you could, you climb moutains , you walk on tight ropes and tame lions. You are wonderful and I love you for everything you are. My Tinker Bell.