Hey little, girl.
Yeah, I’m talking to you little girl. The one that has been waking up all smiles and hugs with a bright and cheery, “Good morning, mama!” for the past coupla weeks.
The one that has been taking what seems like HOURS to complete a simple meal of peanut butter sandwich, carrots, yogurt with granola and a swig of juice.
The one that likes to tell stories about her day and use the phrase, “and also” in the wrong places and at the wrong times.
I love you. And a few days ago you turned four. And these past four years you have completely blown me away with how much you’ve grown from a little bald baby, to a running wild thing!
Happy birthday, sweet Ella.
Love, Mama.


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