Child of mine.
You are crazy fun. And crazy loud.
|Mainly due to this one's influence...|
|Luckily, we love her too.|
|Your feet are rarely both on the ground at the same time.|
|You love adventure.|
|And are always in the midst of a never-ending-story.|
|It's so hard to hold in all the excitement you have in such a tiny body. It tends to leak out in loud, high pitched noises.|
|You've been harnessed with my need to get things right the first time...|
|Luckily, we are working through things a second time together. And slowly you are learning that's ok.|
|...You are able to soar...|
|...And enjoy life again.|
|You are mischievous...|
|...in the best possible way. No one can make Charlotte laugh like you.|
|Whenever I'm worried about you being weighed down by all that you carry...|