Goodnight for the last time, four-year-old Pemberley!
Pemberley, This is the last time I will say goodnight to you as a four-year-old. I’m not sure why this breaks my heart a little. Five just seems so “big girl” to me. Pem, you are my jump-in-a-mud-puddle-princess-dress-wearing girl. You prefer dogs to babies. In fact, I’m pretty sure I caught you letting Dixie cover […]