Allegra,
You are already four. Four years old, but smart as a whip and with a heart as deep as a well. You love Frozen and Hello Kitty and pink things and ice cream at night. You have endless energy and a killer vocabulary and you're super proud that you've finally figured out how to say the aaarrRRR sound. "Say it like I say it, Mom," you say, so that you can work on your pronunciation. You're precise and determined but not terribly patient yet. I think that's a four-year-old thing. Your wide eyes speak volumes about the way you process the confusing, surprising, beautiful world.
I am learning that it's not easy being four, having so many questions but not being able to read or to do things for yourself yet. It can be scary growing up, too, and you have found that sometimes, you don't want to do the things for yourself that you know how to do. It's nice to have company in the bathroom. It's more fun to fall asleep with someone beside you, keeping you warm. How do you navigate independently?
I see in you already the persistence, the intelligence, the empathy of a young woman who will leave an indelible mark on the world. I am so proud of you already; the way you share, the way you show compassion and yet advocate for yourself. I love you and I can't believe the privilege I get to watch you become just who God made you to be.
Love,
Mom
