Dear Morgan,
Happy Birthday baby. Today you turn four years old. My, how fast time has gone by. I still remember when the nurse handed you to me, how sweet you looked and how much I loved you then, and now. At four years old you:
--just graduated to a "big girl" car seat with no harness straps
--attend preschool, and have been for over a year
--are learning to write your name
--know your alphabet and numbers
--love to play with your Barbie dolls
--think playing outside is one of the greatest things in the world
--love to play in the mud, in your best party dress
--like to watch the Penguins of Madagascar, Phineaus and Ferb, and NCIS :)
I love the way you love to sing. It doesn't matter if it's a song I know or one that you have composed yourself, I just love to listen to you. You are so tender hearted. You often think of your friends and their feelings well before yours. You still love to dance your way through the day, often making us laugh with your little hip swaying moves. You love to be a big girl, but still love to snuggle with your Daddy every night before bed. My favorite part of the day is when you look into my eyes and tell me you love me. There are not enough words in the world to describe my love for you. No matter how old you get, you will always be my baby. I wish for you the very happiest fourth birthday, and many, many more to come.
Love,
Mama