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Cake 4Time flies, my friends. Turn around, and they’re four.

Miss R had a birthday, and she had a party with her preschool class and a Frozen cake and lots of balloons. I can’t believe how tall she is, and how articulate. And funny. And independent. And adorable.

This song keeps running through my head, one my father sang to me when I was little. If you’re feeling sentimental today, grab a tissue first.