how is it possible that you are four years old, cuteface? you are officially my Big Kid. you are all gangly arms and legs and growing so fast. i love your white-blonde wavy hair and sparkling cool blue eyes. i love how much you are not like me–my extrovert (“mom, i need to have people around me all the time. all the time!”), and little mama (“mom, june is stuck. i told her not to do it”), and goofball all the way. you love to read (possibly as much as i do) and i love to read to you–going through our chapter books this summer has been such a pleasure, and i love watching you discover wonderful books for the first time. you are an awesome big sister–way better than i ever was–and you never get tired of laying next to wendy to “talk” to her and play with her (and hardly ever fall on her, ha). i really don’t know how i’d do it without you actually. you always have something surprising and interesting to say–playtime with horses and princesses is some of my favorite time of the day (though can i please not have to be a car or a marker all the time? it is really hard to make a marker emote.) sometimes i worry that i’m not giving you enough–you’ve got two little sisters who are so little and need so much–and i pray for you all the time, that God will fill in all those places that i’m lacking. i pray that God will capture your sweet tender heart very young–i’m a firstborn too and i hope you know that i love you no matter how smart or successful or obedient you are. i can’t wait to watch you grow another year.