I love to hear you chitter chatter away about any little thing that is in your mind. One day, I'm sure I'll be glad not to have to guess what you're thinking. You're rarely quiet, but in a good way. Sort of.
Your personality has been peeking through as you've grown older this year. You want to do school like your big brothers. You want to read and will sit through reading lessons, and you want to write and will sit for me to teach you. You enjoy learning, and soak up everything like a sponge. When we begin our school day, I often find you gathering sight word cards, pencils, and as many purple crayons as you can find. You'll gather paper and go find somewhere to sit, quietly, to "do school."
You are crazy about getting together with other little girls for "girl parties," and since we got home from visiting your cousins, you and Grace have thrown countless tea parties. You are very much a little girl who likes to do things by herself, and I love to watch you learn. All of you kids like to get into the kitchen to help me cook, but you, my girl, take the cake! If I ever forget to call you to come crack my eggs, I am in t-r-o-u-b-l-e.
You're tenderhearted and love your family. And you still run to hug your brothers after their karate class because it's been 45 whole minutes since you got to be near them. I've begun to find you and Ethan sitting together, and you're listening to one of his stories. I've found you playing blocks with Daniel. And I've found you playing Mommy with Grace. You asked me if it would be okay if you married Daddy, and I told you I was already married to him but that we'd help you find a good man to marry. Smiles and hugs. You have a precious heart. A sweet spirit about you.