Dear J2,
You're 4! You've been 4 for almost a month! And I've been so busy with our life that I am just now getting to writing your annual birthday letter. First of all, I love (almost) everything about you. You are simply the cutest person that I know. The smile, the little voice, when you get down on one knee and give me a flower---it all makes me feel so happy that I am yours. Every day I can't wait to come home and give you a snuggle. Until you start whining. It sort of ruins the magic and I'm cool with going back to work.
You love crashing into things, shooting things, climbing things, jumping off things. ALL THE THINGS. You have been nicknamed the master destroyer by your Auntie Rachael.
You are so naughty. But I get it. It's probably fun. I bet it was super cathartic to empty an entire new bottle of shaving cream onto the bathroom floor. Being naughty is fun. Plus, you are so super cute doing it. Yeah, I get it. But for real ... if you could dial it back just a bit, that would not be terrible.
You have a love/hate relationship with your sister. She really loves you. You kind of hate her. Of course, I'm kidding. But again, it would not be terrible if you were a little nicer to her. She's sensitive and emotional and she once asked me why you don't like her. Doesn't that just break your four year old heart? Probably not.
Like every other human to ever walk this earth, you prefer to have your own way. Unfortunately, you have a brain malfunction when you don't get your way. The "awww, but I want it," is inevitable each time you are denied your heart's desire. I feel all your feels, my dear. Trust me.
You love girls. All kinds. The common folk and the princesses.
You have the highest highs and the lowest lows. I am either the person you love most in the world, or the one you hate because I won't let you eat cheese off the floor. Because why wouldn't I let you eat cheese off the floor? It's really baffling for a four year old.
Other parents have deemed you my payback for having the perfection that is J1. Thankfully, your devilishness does not tarnish my crowning parenting glory that is your sister.
But I love each and every bit of you. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes. I love seeing you stumble out of bed in the morning, rubbing your eyes, making a beeline straight for a mom hug. I love watching you sleep and peppering your little face with kisses. I love all your faces---cheesy smile, silly face, laughing face. I love when you hold my hand and when you snuggle up and when I'm falling asleep I love when you come in and kiss me good night.
Our family would simply not be complete without the J2 experience.
I love you more than all the stars in the sky,
Umma
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