This year leading up to your birthday has been magical. It takes me back to my youth, remembering the countdown I use to have for my birthday. Every night this week you would ask, “how many more days now Mom?” We talked about how if you thought hard enough before you went to sleep maybe, just maybe, you would dream of the birthday party you were thinking of.
You are convinced you are going to be ten. I think you believe if you keep saying it enough, it will come true. I had told you I didn’t want you to be ten yet and you responded with, “is that when I am old?”
Every day there is something new added into the plans; a new must. The most recent addition to the celebration has been a trip to the zoo. After last year’s meltdowns you are lucky we love you enough to take you back. Maybe this year it won’t be so bad.
This is the last year before you start kindergarten, the last I have you all to myself. I love sharing our moments together; having our own inside jokes. You are my best friend. My littlest friend. Some days I think possibly you know me better than I know myself.
You love anything and everything girly. The more girly the better.
Youtube Vloggers and Shopkins are your recent obsessions. You could sit for hours watching people, making you laugh.