You're sitting in your bouncer seat, your dangling feet nearly touching the floor. Man, you're getting so big...something I say to you often these days. I catch glimpses of what I think you'll look like when you're 5, though I always have a hard time imagining you with hair. I'm sure it'll suit you when it does decide to show up :)
You wear your heart on your sleeve—a characteristic that I hope stays with you. I never want you to feel like you need to hide your feelings. Just as you've shown to understand the concept quite clearly nowadays: let your frustrations out, have a cry if need be, then move on and smile that big beautiful smile everyone knows and loves.
I love you more than you know, baby girl, and I'm so thankful that you're mine.