C-lolor

Abigail says "C-lolor" for the word 'color'. It's probably my favorite of all her mispronunciations... She used to say "Reee Meyer" for 'Fred Meyer', but she's grown out of that one.

She's grown out of almost all her other mispronunciations, and it makes me sad. Sad that she is growing up. Sad that she can do 'it myself!'

Not that I want her to stay a baby for the rest of her life! Heavens, no! It's exciting to realize she's four and a half. It's exciting to think of her going to kindergarten next year and learning to do more and more. It's exciting to realize that her love of picture books will soon be transformed into a love for stories and words.

I want her to grow up and ride a bicycle, and get a job and one day maybe even be a mommy herself. She wants to be a veterinarian, and a ballerina and a swim teacher. I want her to love Jesus and live for Him.

But I will always miss her snuggling on the couch with me and 'c-loloring' and going to 'Reee Meyer'...

This picture taken when Abigail was only 14 months old...