Last Thursday, on July 8th, you turned five. FIVE! And I didn't get around to writing you your letter because we were busy celebrating at Seaside. Riding the carousel. Taking a train ride. Swimming in the pool. Jumping in the ocean. And perhaps most importantly, losing your first tooth. It was a magical day and one I hope you always remember. I know I will.
At five years old, you are full of life and mischief. You have the best outlook and keep us in stitches with the clever things you say, all of which is punctuated by your adorable "accent." (We think you lived in the Bronx in an earlier life.) You are enchanted with your girlfriends and are constantly looking for the next play date. You idolize your big sister and brother and are great at keeping up with them. You have taken to your roll as big sister perfectly. Little Austin will always have a playmate as long as you're around. You are wonderful with him and I love seeing you take care of him. And you can't wait to go to "big school" with Spence and Hannah! You are so excited to go to school with them and start learning Spanish so you can be just like them. I can't imagine all three of you hopping out of the car come September. What a big beautiful girl you are.
But the thing I love the most about you? Right now, at five? That you love your family with all your heart and are the first one to snuggle up with Daddy and I. You are sweet and kind, with a fierce feisty streak, and we wouldn't have it any other way.
Happy Birthday Sweet Squish. I love you to bits.