I imagined what it would be like if she followed in her aunt's footsteps and found a love for dance.
When she was a precocious toddler, she twirled around in princess costumes and daydreamed of the day her prince would rescue her from her brother's evil Zurg.
When she turned three, she begged us to take ballet classes. All of the schools said she had to wait until she was four.
The time has come, little one. You've turned four and you can begin ballet.
Here's to first position, third position and arabesques.
Here's to the year ahead and watching more amazing things happen in your little life. From small things like watching the difference in your appearance when you have sweet little bangs versus the process of growing your hair out, at your request.
To big things like realizing you are on the verge of learning how to read and helping to instill a love for books and words.
Here's to another year of still getting to have afternoon hot chocolate with you before picking up the big boys from school.
Here's to playing with a rainbow of watercolors, spilling glitter and using too much glue.
Here's to hopefully less time in mama and daddy's bed and more time in YOUR bed, less dependence on "white milk" in the sippy cup at night and no cavities.
Here's to snuggles on the couch, kisses on both cheeks AND the "yips", continued love of Little Einsteins and your stuffed animals and little bum cheeks that hang sweetly out of your bathing suit bottom.
Happy Four, sweet angel. You're our favorite Missy Moo Cow!
(I neglected to post her Happy Birthday letter on time because we were celebrating in Genoa, Italy. Happy belated birthday, baby)
