Happy birthday, darling girl. It's going to be hard to write you a birthday letter without filling it with clichés. You are just such a fun, hilarious, joyous kid that I don't know where to begin.
This year you are still figuring out who you are - apart from your siblings and their opinions. You love to play house and babies but are determined to fit into the mold of tomboy. The more Lily makes a big deal about how you should be wearing tutus and sparkles, the more you wear flannel and cowboy boots. But when you forget that you're trying to stay a tomboy, sparkles you love. My darling daughter, you are going to be awesome whichever way you go.
You and I have had lots of time to spend together, this our last year with you not in regular school. You are so easy to be with everyday. Sometimes we play hide and seek or Chutes and Ladders, and sometimes you like me to leave you to your 'work'. This is when you sit at the kitchen table with tablet and pens and spend hours writing and drawing and talking to yourself. This activity has always been your favorite thing to do. You are so easygoing and happy about what you have your were nearly impossible to Christmas shop for this year. This is a good way to be. I am wondering to myself as I write this, if it is this activity that lead to you teaching yourself to read. Yes, it's true. You've taught yourself to read. It is such fun to listen to you read and figure stuff out.
It is a breeze being your mom and usually the only trouble you give me is when you are stubborn about going to bed or buckling your own seatbelt. Seriously. Those two issues are the most difficult behaviors we see from you. We are keenly aware of how lucky this makes us as your parents. Parenting isn't considered an easy job, but you really do make it seem like a cinch. You are funny and thoughtful and loving and kind. You are friendly and polite and will often concede a near argument with your siblings or parents just to make our day easier. You are a joy and everyone who knows you is lucky to have you around.
So clearly it is impossible to write you a letter about your life without getting sappy and sounding like a cliché. You are everything I say you are and so much more. I have no doubt as you grow and change you will continue to spread joy wherever you go. I love watching your life unfold. I'm thankful for my front row seat. I love you.
Love,
Mama
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Sweet
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