7 years, 3 months.

Dear Holly,

I keep forgetting you’re not in 1st grade anymore!

This is now your 3rd year in Elementary School.

For this first week, they are still figuring out the bus schedules, so I have been walking you to and from school each day in order to keep you from being late.

Since we take the shortcut alongside the cornfield behind our house, I have to pick up you and carry you for a ways across the grass; so you don’t get all soggy like my boots do instead.

Once we get to the field, you always say, “Yay! The Daddy Chair!

Because I pick you up, then hold you just like a chair you would sit in, as we traverse the dewey grass.

It’s quite fancy.

You must be special or something!

Love,

Daddy