The last night of four.

You’re growing so tall.
You’re vocabulary is ever-expanding.
You’re my big helper.
You’re like a little woman.

You’re amazing, Maggie.
Every bit of you.
Your laugh.
Your smile.
Your kind heart.
Your confidence.
Your creative, intelligent brain.

Today you told me,
“Wouldn’t it be nice, Mom,
if when I move to my own house,
that you’d only be a drive away?
I could get in my car—
it’ll be funny when I can drive!—
and I’ll come visit you.
I think we should always
stay by each other. Okay?”

My baby, my firstborn,
yes—that sounds more than okay to me.

That sounds perfect. 💓