I love that you sing everything like you live in a musical! I think it’s funny that you like to be sneaky. I love that you don’t let people walk on you anymore. I used to worry that you would always let Gracie have her way, but you don’t anymore, now you stand up for yourself. I love your face; to me it is joy incarnate. If there is a picture of joy in the dictionary, it is of your smile. I think it’s funny that you think it’s so funny to fart on people. It’s wildly inappropriate, but so very you. I love that you whisper things you think you shouldn’t ask even when no one else is around. I love that you pose for pictures. I love that you like to take pictures and I think you’re going to be a very talented photographer one day. I love that you swear in the proper context and always with exactly the right amount of vehemence. Which reminds me; your truck driver mouth is going to be a continuous source of problems for you, hope you like the taste of soap. The other day was probably the first of many times you will eat soap in your young life.