My little woman is eight years old. I can’t believe that eight years have flown so quickly. How did that tiny baby with a big pink bow around her bald head grown into the darling sleeping in the next room?
I love you. I am so proud of you. You are smart and beautiful and funny. I love so much about you. I love that you tell goofy jokes. I love that you call me Mooshie. I love that you never sleep without Pinky. I love that you wear crazy hats. I love that you hate socks and prefer slip on shoes. I love that you are never cold. I love the outfits you put together that are colorful and totally you! I love that you named my arm “puff” and still like to “hug” me there. I love that you are good at math and gymnastics and writing songs. I love the pictures you draw with lots of rainbows and flowers and hearts and all kinds of neat stuff. I love the art you leave on my computer screen every morning. I love you too. You are the best. Yes you are!