Do you know what else I'm thankful for? I'm thankful for my oldest daughter who lives life with such candor and passion. Dearest Reese, you were created to jump into piles of leaves.
As a true force to be reckoned with, you've made your presence known since birth. You've climbed onto countertops, leapt off trampolines, cried when your favorite pizza shop closed, shrieked in laughter, and created more than your fair share of mess. You've mastered monkey bars and practiced karate chops on your sister.
Your curiosity is insatiable. You dissect seeds, pull apart flowers, and embark on elaborate nature walks throughout our backyard. You see things that others would miss. You're mathematical and scientific, able to understand how things work and fit together, traits that I someday hope to possess.
Your secret spy book, a small wire-ringed notebook, is filled with cryptic notes about important observations and events in your life, like the tantrum that your little sister threw or the treasure hunt that you're staging. Your letters, large and written heavily in pencil, capture these moments for posterity. I wonder if you'll journal when you grow up.
Reese, you've rescued baby birds and befriended the child who doesn't have many friends, actions which show me you posses just as much sensitivity as you have shown strength. You're maturing right before my eyes, and I couldn't be any more proud of you.
Until tomorrow, that is, when I'm sure I'll be prouder still. Our sweet and mighty Reese, we are so thankful for you. We love you.
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