This year I have watched you grow so much. You are an old soul through and through and I love that. You are the first to notice the mood in a room, or the change in someone's tone. Last week you noticed that one of your teachers was having a bad day you made a point to tell her that she was the favorite part of your day. You adore your sister. Your patience with her amazes me, and the way you look at her with such pride when she does something for the first time - it makes my heart smile. She is so very lucky to have you in her life. Charlotte Jean you are a beautiful person. Absolutely beautiful. Every piece of your heart is kind.
You are curious. So very curious. You ask your questions in the form of statements, you dress yourself, you write your own name, and you use words like "perhaps". I know these things are small but also very big reminders that you are growing up.
Then I stop and think. I recall the way you still say "widdle sister"and the way which you tell me that you need to "plastic writing your letters". I think about the way your hand automatically finds mine as we walk side by side and the feeling each day when we pick you up from school and as you quickly scan the faces of parents your eyes settle on us and we both smile. I remember those rare nights that you crawl into our bed seeking a safe zone away from the flying alligator in your dreams. I remember, that as much as you've grown you're still little. I cherish this time, because if the past 4 years has taught me one thing, it is that time passes so quickly.
I know I tell you often, but I am so very proud to be your mother and if it's possible even prouder of the person you are becoming.
We love you Charlotte Jean. To the stars, moon, everything, and back.