The morning after (4/12/11) her birthday, my "baby Grace" pads into the kitchen where I'm making breakfast. She's holding her blankie, and in a gravelly voice, she stumbles over her words a couple of times before finally saying something like, "Do your arms still fit?"
It took me a minute, I stared at her as I processed the question, and then I realized she wanted to know if my arms still fit around her now that she's a "big girl," a four-year-old. . . . i.e., she wanted me to hold her, as she's apt to want in the mornings.
Absolutely precious. Wouldn't trade it for ANYTHING. I love this girl with all my heart.