Every year I write a letter to my children to remember some of the most important days of my life- their birthdays. Today, Brooklyn turns 4 and we can’t wait to celebrate!
With a blink of an eye, you are one year older. This has been such a wonderful year with you. You have officially become the entertainer of the family. You keep us on our toes, but you love so hard.
You are mature, thoughtful, and crazy. You love to make people laugh and I love to see your little personality that you’ve had from day 1 has grow with you.
You had your first year of Montessori this year and looked so grown up in your little uniform. You played your first round of sports, t-ball and soccer and were more excited to get out on the ice rink than your brother I think! You also managed to stay out of the hospital for a whole year now! That’s a first for you!
But the biggest thing about this year is how your heart has grown. You are one of those people when you say something kind, or sweet, we really take it to heart, because you don’t say things just to make people happy. You only say things that you are really thinking and feeling, which will be such a strong character trait as you grow up. You build trust in people. People know exactly what they are getting with you and that is a quality, especially as a woman, that will take you far in this world.
One of your favorite places to go is mommy’s office, and it warms my heart to think some day maybe you will be working along side of me. (A mommy can dream right?)
As you approach this 4th year of your life, I hope for you to find joy in the simple things. Living in the moment, and truly loving deeply the ones around you. You tend to be like me where we are always planning for the next thing, and sometimes we just need to slow down and live in the now. We can do it together sweet girl 😉
Your dad and I couldn’t be more proud of the little girl you have become. You make me cry laugh on almost a daily basis, and man do you know who you are. One day you are wearing a fancy dress, jewelry and begging for makeup, the next day you won’t wear anything but your soccer clothes and a trucker hat (I have proof of that outfit Brookie).
Here is to another wonderful year.
We love you more than anything baby girl. (I know you will say “I’m not a baby anymore!) Someday you will understand that you will always be my baby.