It’s amazing watching you come into your own.
Pants are “icky” and sparkles and princesses color your world. I may not understand the appeal, but I love seeing life through your eyes.
I love that you stand your ground and don’t let the boys push you around. I can only hope that trait stays with you through your life. Your brothers love you, even when they are tormenting you. Don’t believe me? Just wait until the first kid outside of our family picks on you. Your brothers have already been planning for years what to do if they ever find a bully; I already feel a little sorry for that kid.
If you only knew how short these four years have been.
