My Kyla is not 3 1/2 anymore :(

Four years ago today I had the privilege of meeting my Kyla. What a day it was and really although my memories of that day are getting foggier, there are still things that I remember like they were yesterday. I remember getting my epidural as soon as possible because I wasn't really in pain...but very fearful of it. I remember only pushing for three minutes and delivering her at 5:12, my brother whom we named her afters's birthday(May 12). I thought that was pretty cool. I remember how quickly I was up and walking. I didn't want to miss a thing and was one of the first people to see Kyla in the nursery...not even an hour after her birth. I remember Kellyn and Kiara coming to see their sister for the first time and thinking..."man they are HUGE!". I remember taking pictures of Kyla with the flower arrangement that my dad had given me. It was special because my dad was in Germany for the twins birth, and was home for Kyla's...actually in the parking lot of the hospital praying. I remember sleeping with Kyla on my chest and thinking...there's no way I am putting her in the nursery. I remember Kyla crying for almost the entire night because she didn't like poop on her butt, and silly us...didn't think to check if she had pooped. I remember waking up the next morning to see Sean sleeping with Kyla on his chest, and when he woke up he said "she is my rosebud". That name has stuck with her. And now that I am four years from that date...I can't imagine life without her. She certainly is a "horse of a different color". Her personality far outshines many her age and her wit and "charm" are to envy. And lets not forget...that she can be quite the "stinker!" So...Happy Birthday Baby Girl! You are growing up indeed and my heart breaks to think that in a blink you will be all grown up. I wish I could hold you at 3 1/2 forever, but I must let you change. I love you Kyla Noel.