Allegra,
You are five. FIVE. One whole hand old. We had just a little party for you because in a few weeks, you and Luke are sharing a big birthday party at the trampoline park. You asked for a princess birthday cake, and your Dad worked all day on a four-tiered pink castle cake with butterflies on it and a staircase...with hand-rails, because princesses can't go up staircases in their high heels without something to hold on to, right? It was pretty amazing. Logan and Linkin came over for some cake, and you giggled and shared your new play-doh sets with them. It was a pretty great night, and I took a picture of your epic cake so you can remember it later.
I think you're great. Soft-hearted, compassionate, intuitive, competitive, persistent, expressive...and all this at five. I can't wait to know you at ten, at fifteen, at twenty. Kids like you make the best kinds of adults. Keep it up, little lady. You are something great just waiting to happen.
With love,
Mom
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