What a year it has been. You went to Grandpa and Grandma Pools all by yourself. Your anxiety got better and then got worse. Butterflies, swimming pools, loose teeth. It’s been more fun than I could imagine.
You started at a new preschool that you love, had some bad days and a few good ones too. You survived Kindergarten round-up. Your little puppy is still oh-so-important. Meanwhile, your little brother drove you up the wall, but you still managed to be sweet despite everything. Pumpkin patches, cookie making we did it all.
A good year. A great year. I can’t wait for more.