Bria [5]
May 9, 2020 Dear Bria, You are five today. A real big kid. You’ve been counting down. You’ve told everyone that your birthday was coming. That you are going to be 5. I think one day when you ask what you were like at this age, your dad and I will both laugh. Because right now, you constantly crack us up. You have phrases like “Holy Cow A-Moly!” and “WHAT? Oh My Dod!” and “Oh come on Dave!” You’re a hilarious paradox between fiercely brave and super worried…you were the first to go off the diving board (which is the only thing that motivated Addie to try herself) yet are afraid of lawn mowers because they are “too loud.” You want to ride a bike with two wheels but refuse to let anyone help “in case we let go,” so go literally about 2 inches at a time, wobbling one way then the other, saying “ok, ok, almost got it,” to yourself the whole time. You will talk to almost anyone, typically telling them a random awkward fact like you like strawberry toothpaste or y...