Connect Three

Our three-year-old is made of pixie dust and spunk.

She loves sweet things like cupcakes, ripe apricots and her new baby sister.

She spins through her days like a whirling dervish of creativity.

She’s an artist — painting, cutting, tracing, gluing, coloring and then…

…she’s a teacher — lining up her stuffed turtle, princess doll, Bingo, three KPop Demon Hunters and a Muffin Squishmallow — and sternly delivering thorough lessons and then…

…she’s Mirabel! Elsa! Anna! David Byrne! and then…

…she’s a cook whipping up a mean batch of smoothies. More strawberries! Yes chef! and then…

…she’s a dancer in the doorway with her Daddy, in the den, on her bed and on the dining room table like they do in the movie Camp Rock and then…

…she’s a big game hunter chasing giant bears and then…

…she’s a hider! and then…

…she’s a seeker! and then…

…she’s not a baby! She’s a big girl! and then…

…she’s a snuggler who likes to read a good book (or five!) on a warm lap with the people she loves.

Like all three-year olds, ours is a knee-high bossy bundle of imagination and precision, reticence and candor, stubbornness and empathy, bravery and fear.

She tells a good story, asks great questions, gives warm hugs, stomps her foot impressively and occasionally shakes her fist like a true Jersey girl.

We’re so grateful she’s ours.

Happy birthday to Margo Lake. It’s going to be a great year!