Dear E.W.E.,
Wow! How quickly the
year you were 3 went!
And tomorrow, you’ll be
4! A year closer to kindergarten, to driving, to taking over the world.
I love the girl you’re
becoming: the kind of girl who wears TWO Halloween costumes, the kind of girl
whose favorite movies are Muppets from Space and My Neighbor Totoro,
the kind of girl who goes all in when it comes to licking the brownie batter
bowl, the kind of girl who will take every chance she can get to swim, throw a
ball, run, jump, and dance.
The kind of girl who
sees me from down the street and barrels into my arms, screaming “PRETZEL!”
You are one cool chick:
full of fire and wit and steel and drive.
This has been a
particularly tough year for our family: losing our matriarch (your great-grandmother)
in September last year and then our beloved David (your Kahuna) in May.
Suddenly, our invincibility
was questioned; we felt a little more fragile, a little less protected.
But our strength as a
family has never wavered.
You have so many people
around you who love, cherish, and support you and each other.
How lucky we are.
Happy birthday!
I love you.
Love,
Pretzel
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