Dearest Tatum,
My oldest daughter, my first girl, my beautiful little lady.
I love you.
I love you.
I love your blossoming creative side.
You can spend hours with your new journal and colored pencils.
Drawing. Writing.
You remind me of when I was a little girl.
You can spend hours with your new journal and colored pencils.
Drawing. Writing.
You remind me of when I was a little girl.
I love your delight in all things magical.
You still believe in magic and faeries and all those things I love.
Believe as long as you want.
(I still do.)
You still believe in magic and faeries and all those things I love.
Believe as long as you want.
(I still do.)
You are growing up so fast and have opinions on fashion and hair.
When did that happen?
Can I stop it? :)
When did that happen?
Can I stop it? :)
I love your smile and your laugh.
I love the way your eyes light up when something clicks or you get an idea.
You. Are. So. Smart.
I love the way your eyes light up when something clicks or you get an idea.
You. Are. So. Smart.
I'm sorry your birthday letter was so late.
That's what I get for having you just before Christmas. :)
That's what I get for having you just before Christmas. :)
Thank you for being mine.
I love you.
Mommy
Beautiful!
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