And Grace is FOUR

Dear Grace -
How do I even sum up a year - let alone you?  I can't believe you are four.  FOUR.  It seems like just yesterday you and I were playing on the playground on the first day after I quit work.  I remember wondering if I had made the right decision - and now knowing that you and I have such a tight bond (more than we had when I was working...I was a mess) - I know I made the right decision.  You often tell me that we are going to be best friends - and I really hope this is true.  I'd love to be your best friend Grace.  Why - because you really are a caring, gentle, loving little girl.

I say little girl and it hurts....just because you aren't a baby anymore. I don't know how I'm going to do continue to watch you learn and grown and not still remember holding you that first time.  Remembering the special moment's we've held.  How much I love carrying you in my arms, cuddling with you during nap, and your giggling as you get ready for bed.  Seeing you with your sister...my love continues to deepen and grow.  You are an amazing sister - and for the most part are gentle and patient with your sister.  You usually share your toys - but not always...who could blame you.  You can't wait to share your bedroom with Evie (and honestly - we can't wait either).

You are not a fan of bedtime lately.  We have to watch you fall asleep - and you always end up in a sleeping bag on our floor at some point in the night.  For some reason, you are scared.  When I asked your school about it - they said that it's often kids with the biggest imagination.  And you do have a big one.

We love you very much Grace.