How is that possible?
I recently read the post I wrote last year. Honestly, I write so infrequently that I forgot that I posted it. It almost brought me to tears and it's only been a year. Reading that when you are going to college will turn me into a crying mess.
So I guess I should try it again (and maybe go back and do it for your sister?)
You are still amazing, no surprise there.
You still wear your glasses and you patch 2 hours a day. I've been trying really hard to hit our goal so that your eyesight gets to where it needs to be to have your eye surgery so all of this can be behind us. I know it's annoying but you're a pretty good sport about it.
Two years of pre-school are behind you and you are about to start Kindergarten. You are most excited about: making new friends, riding the bus, and learning how to read. I am terrified that someone is going to be mean to you on the bus or that you won't have someone to sit with, with all the worries in the world I guess I am lucky that these are mine.
You and your sister are playing more and more together. As she learns to talk more you have your own way of playing where you ask her questions you know she can answer. It's hard to describe but incredible to watch. You hold hands, giggle, play and fight like true sisters and I love watching your relationship grow.
You love fashion, you are much fancier than I am. You love to pick out your outfits, you often change multiple times during the day and you are confident in your likes and dislikes. While packing for a recent trip you asked to approve the outfits I picked for you - you changed a few of them. We got a giant bag of hand me down clothes from a friend and you went through them and vetoed a few items. I wish I had your confidence, I hope it lasts a long time, I wish I knew how to make sure it didn't get washed away by worrying about what other people think.
You still love books and crafting. Your drawings are starting to look like real things and you amaze me with the ideas you come up with.
You make me laugh every day, you also make me want to pull my hair out many days. But the laughs far out number the frustration and I can't ask for anything more than that.
I love you more each day and I know I will be a crying mess in two weeks when I put you on a school bus for the first time.