That means she’ll have a whole new set of big girl clothes, a whole new set of words, and a whole new set of adorableness.

It also means she’s one more year away from the baby days, which makes me sad. I remember when she was so little that we’d have to give her gas drops to make her happy. Not that she needed them, it was just the only thing that tasted good to her and would calm her down if she was fussy.

I remember babysitting her and texting Ash photos of every face she made just so she wouldn’t miss it. I remember when Ashley told me her first sentence, “I wanna cookie!”.

I kind of miss that stage, but I won’t lie. This stage?

It pretty much rocks too. Happy birthday to the cuttest little munchkin ever!