When we went to bed last night, you hadn't even been born yet. This morning when we woke up, you were four.
I have no idea how that happens, but sure enough, it did. Sometime I wish that time would just stop. Sometimes I wish that you would stay little forever. Sometimes I wish that we were back in that moment when I first held you in my arms.
Then I remember that if we were - I'd never have had the privilege of knowing the beautiful young lady you've become.
Happy Birthday Madison!