For the past year, I’ve been walking around with a lock of hair from your first haircut in my purse because I don’t know what else to do with it.
I still haven’t made your baby book.
The most recent photos of you on the wall are from your first birthday. And last week, you were 4 years old.
I may not be very good at preserving memories, but I like to think I am damn good at making them.
Blanket forts, nature walks, and movie nights with pop-pop popcorn. Play-doh and finger paint. Snuggles and stories at bedtime every night.
And hopefully these things will flood your memories 30 years from now. Along with all the hugs, kisses, I love yous and affirmations that you are smart, strong, and beautiful, capable of achieving anything.
I am so proud of the little girl you are becoming and very much look forward to the woman you will someday be.
I love you, sweet girl. Happy (belated) birthday.