On Sunday you turned 5, wow, 5, I can't believe you are 5. What a beautiful and wonderful and perfect little, um I mean BIG girl you are. Watching you at your birthday party made my heart almost leap out of my chest, you laughed, you ran, you jumped, you played, you LIVED only in the moment of that wonderful day. You were beautiful in your pink cowgirl hat, with your blonde braids hanging from underneath. With your pink shirt, your tight little jeans and your pink cowgirl boots. You always have said then when you grow up you want to be a cowgirl, so today, you were a cowgirl, at your very own cowgirl party. Watching you as you played with your friends, you were kind to each of them, you spent time with everyone. As you and Dad opened your presents you were excited, you smiled the whole time, and you were patient and kind to your friends as they "helped" open the gifts. I must be the most proud mommie in the world, you are perfect! As the day came to an end, and your friends left one by one, it was just us, you, me, Dad, Mason and Adam, our family. You and Mason put on your bathing suits and played until you could not play any more. We ended the evening with a nice bath a few minutes of Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium.
I can't believe you are 5. Next year you will be in Kindergarten, and so it starts, I will turn around twice and you will be in middle school.
We want the best for you!
I hope you always feel our love!
We hope you always know you can do anything you want to do!
You are smart!
You are special!
You are interesting!
I want you to choose your friends wisely, but I hope you will be friendly to everyone.
We want you to like school and to love to learn.
We wish for you all the happiness life has to offer.
We hope you always trust us first, know we are here for you.
We hope you always know we are on your side.
You are more than you will ever know, believe that, we do!
Congratulations on turning 5, one of many milestones we will pass through together in this life.
We love you Katybug!!!!!
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