My first is five. She’s stunning, and brilliant, and almost too big for my lap.
The week before her birthday, she let out a whistle. A real one. She was so excited, and I just wanted to cry. Because she’s perfect, and already I know she’ll have a life without me, and I just wish I could hang on to four years old just a little longer.
Matt and I took her out for a birthday date- just her and us. It’s the best date I think I’ve ever had.
Happy birthday, my Sam.
She really is perfection. We just love her in this house. ❤