Dear E,
I’m not sure why it took more four years to realize you’re our firecracker—shot into this world, and while not the 4th of July, I think it’s close enough. While your eyes and curls certainly draw attention, I think it’s your personality that is most spectacular.
We went to the park after getting donuts for your birthday. You wore the rainbow unicorn leotard we gave you as a present. At some point you were barefoot (so was I) and you asked me to run across the grass. Naturally you requested I let you win.
We’ve dubbed you the Family Manager. You are similatanously chaotic while keeping us together. You growl and act like an animal every more at the baby, yet you also watch out for her so dutifully. You love “fwamily” walks and dinners. You have more facial expressions than anyone I know.
When I look at you, I’m so glad God gave me you for my daughter. I recently overheard someone say they would be nervous if they had a daughter because they themselves weren’t girl; I chimed in that I wasn’t girly, but having a little girl who is all about rainbows and sparkles is the most fun.
Because liking pink doesn’t mean you aren’t rough and tumble—you’re the fiercest one of them all darling.
Love, momma
You jammed-pack you celebrations with activities–with a strictly planned itinerary which is not surprising from the family manager.
First you decorated your sparkle unicorn rainbow cake–it went perfectly with the banner Ro and I made for you.
Swimming came next, then the egg hunt–which you insisted we did so everyone would have their mini disco balls for the dance party.
Then came cake and presents (you gave grandma a huge hug for your Bambi barbie doll). Once we got the paper picked up, it was dance time! I don’t think we can top a your birth day dance parties–although you did request a bigger disco ball next year.
We finished the day with ice cream and Tv, you chose a Barbie show. Very you.
