Delight

A clapping shriek when an egg is opened and poured into a pan

A pump of the fist when she knows that an Enter button pushes text upwards

The familiar twinkle when her name is written on Notepad in size 72 all caps

My little goosebumps when she says "The only one I want to play today is Acha"

Turning three

It has been three years since I saw the little pack of cotton with a thick mop of hair. Last week in her pink (she selected the colour - the fascination with pink starts this early), she asked me "I am a big girl now". "You are a big baby, but a small girl", I replied. Part of me wants to feed her confidence, strength and toughness; and the other part still clings to the last 3 years of rattles, squeaks and one toothed mono-syllables.
I hope I did the right thing!?
"Why does grand-pa want me to tell him a story? He is not a small child" - she said some hours later.