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Dear Miss A:
Earlier this week a boy was chasing you on the playground and he tried to kiss you. Your teacher told you maybe it was because you were pretty and he was in love with you. Without hesitation you tossed your hair, looked at her, and said matter-of-factly, “It’s the hair.” This pretty much sums up your personality these days.
Tomorrow we are celebrating your birthday at Chuck E. Cheese with overpriced pizza and game tokens and lots of hand sanitizer. I have somehow managed to avoid a party at Chuck E. Cheese for 7 years of motherhood, and for that alone I deserve some sort of medal or a key to the city. I am relenting, I must admit, just a tad bit because you are the baby. You’ll start kindergarten this year and it is going to both simultaneously break my heart and fill it with pride to see you walk into your new classroom wearing a huge new backpack and toting an unmarred lunch box.
All the treasures in the world, all the diamonds and the pearls can’t replace my Miss A. That is from my special song to you that I made up when you were just a baby with a head full of dark hair and the world’s biggest dimple.
The day you were born it was the first 70 degree day of the year. You have been lighting up our lives with your sweet, fun spirit ever since.
Happy birthday Miss A!