5 years, 4 months.

Dear Holly,

A tradition that has been going on ever you could speak well enough to understand me is that anytime I take you anywhere, I lean over and softly say, as if I was reading the title of a children’s book to a classroom food of kids:

Little Holly’s Big Day.

I pretend that every event I am taking you to is like the first time you are ever doing it.

And when I say “Little Holly”, I’m not kidding. I’m pretty sure you’re the smallest kid in your class.

That was pretty evident when last Friday, the entire school wore the official school t-shirt.

Mommy ordered the smallest possible size for you, but it was noticeably way too big on you!

Love,

Daddy