Dear Libby,
Wow! Mommy has been a bad letter-writer! Somehow, I've just forgotten about this for almost a year. I have no excuse, other than life simply getting in the way. Life is just... busy. Helping Liam with homework in the evenings, taking him to baseball practices and games, taking both of you to soccer, dealing with everything else that life throws at us... I just truly let this slip. I will try to be better in the future!
In the last year, you got glasses (in January). You got your ears pierced. You started staying dry at night (and have now been dry at night for probably about six months). You started at a new preschool (at Liam's big kid school!) in August, so you made all new friends. You played soccer during the fall. You know most of your alphabet by sight, and can write them all. It's been quite a year.
You're still totally Mommy's girl, and I'm still totally okay with that. I love spending time with you. You're my favorite girl in the whole wide world.
Your fifth birthday, and Christmas are both coming soon. I have NO idea how in the world you're almost five. That just doesn't seem possible. You're my baby! You want an American Girl Welliewisher doll, and I have a feeling that Santa will bring you one. You're really love cats, unicorns, horses, dolls, anything pink, My Little Pony, dancing, and art.
You amaze me every day, sweet girl. I love you to the moon and back.
Love,
Mommy
