Dear Bria [4]
Dear Bria, You are four today. You’ve worked so hard to be able to say that correctly, with the right sound at the front. Four! You proudly tell anyone who asks how old you’re going to be this month. Most are surprised because you are so tall for your age, long strong legs that always seem to be running, pedaling, climbing, moving – even when you sleep, you’re moving. You’ve really started stretching out from the chubby little toddler in our pictures; you make me realize why people panic that time is going so fast. You eat like a bird, but grow like a weed. You think potatoes and rice are the worst things to ever appear on a plate, but would eat green peppers, carrots, and steak all day, with a side of ‘the blue kind’ (Honey Bunches of Oats). You think gummy bears are the best treat ever, and if Addie’s at school, you’ll always save two out on the counter for her when she gets home. You’re devastated if you sleep through bus time in the morning, and love ...