Dear Daughter,
Please slow down. Sometimes when I look at you I simply cannot believe how quickly you are growing before us. I love so much that you still curl up in our laps when you are sleepy. I love that you are still so excited by wiggly teeth and silly songs. I love that Shel Silverstein poems can make you giggle until you can't catch your breath. I love that you want cut apple at the top of your waffles (to look like a mohawk on the top of a face). I love that you pinky promise and mean it. I love that you sing...and loudly. I love that you do the robot...whenever possible. Let's have lots more of this silliness, ok? Can I ask for that? Less worry. Less furrowing of your brow. More smiles and moments of abandon? There's time for everything else later.
Thank you,
Mama