It’s been a wonderful year since your last birthday – I’ve loved the amazing adventures and conversations that we have had.
Thankfully, we didn’t experience anything that could even be close to being called the Terrible Twos (although I know you’re making no promises about the Threes yet).
In fact, you were, for the most part, downright agreeable, letting me teach you such words as Axiomatically Bombastic, being eager to learn your states and your presidents, and finally wanting to learn how to write.
Here are some of the highlights:
Um, also not a fan..
Your first trampoline,
Your first haircut,
Your first wedding,
And you even began hanging out with some boys…
Thank you for making this year adventurous, hilarious, at times mysterious, and just plain fun.
On your last birthday:
Just one request for this next year… please don’t get too grown up on me.
…please keep making up your own contractions, like “am’t” instead of the boring way adults say “I’m not”…
…please keep making up your own past tenses, like “doos” and “gotted”…
…and please keep drawing your own conclusions, like “My Eyes are Bright!” instead of “The sun is bright!”
Happy Threeday, Ali!