Saturday was Pippa’s fourth birthday. I don’t even know what to say. I am the mother of a four-year-old. I am constantly looking around my life and asking myself how I got here. I put together a little montage of Pippa’s life in honor of her birthday, in large part so that I can watch it and go, “Oh, yeah. That’s how.”
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Four Years of Pippa
I feel so incredibly blessed to be this amazing little girl’s mother. I can take credit for absolutely nothing about her (except for maybe the nail-biting and the curls), but I am no less the proudest mother in the world.