another year has flown by and you, my dearest daughter, will be four years old when this is published. year two of school, year four of bringing incredible joy and laughter to everyone you know. this year has been one of incredible creativity. you are constantly singing, dancing, drawing or telling stories. you can now reach shelves, sit in a regular chair at the table, choose your own outfits, get yourself dressed, brush your hair & teeth, write your name and the names of everyone in your class. you can put together a 25 piece puzzle with no picture for reference. you can entertain yourself for hours at a time. you can cut, glue, and tape. at the beginning of the year, you took a notebook everywhere so you could take notes, which meant scribbling. now you bring a notebook and write lists, draw pictures of what you see and actually take notes. it's remarkable. you are remarkable. i look at you, and I cannot comprehend how I had a part in creating someone so lovely, so generous, so compassionate, and with so little interest in dessert. seriously. what is that about?
penny, I love you. i love your four year old face, and i am so excited to spend another year watching you learn and grow. happy birthday, little one - i don't know how much longer i'm going to be able to call you that.
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