When we went to the Matthews Sandy Feet Festival you were finally tall enough to ride some of the rides. We put you in the swings that spin in a circle and it was all I could do not to have a panic attack. You're so LITTLE. And so HIGH UP. And so FAR away from Mommy. What if you got scared and uncliped yourself. My legs were tense, coiled. Ready to run and catch if I needed to. I was suddenly thankful that Daddy's been running sprints at the gym. You didn't fall. You didn't unclip yourself. You didn't look nervous. Turns out the only one that was terrified was me. As usual.

You are so tall that on Wednesday when you went on a field trip with Connor's Pre-K class I noticed that you were as tall as about half of the class. Sadly, it means that it won't be long before I can no longer recycle Connor's clothes, passing them down to you. By the time that happens though, I'm sure you'll be just fine with having new clothes of your own. Or maybe you'll go through such a fast and furious spurt that we'll pass your clothes down to him. I'm sure he'll just LOVE that.

It's going to be an amazing Summer for you. You are finally tall enough to ride the rides and old enough to go all day without having to nap. That doesn't mean we can tolerate you in the evenings when you're run ragged and napless, but it's getting easier. We are going to start swimming lessons for you and I'm so excited that finally you will be old enough to take a class on your own instead of watching your brother on the sidelines. You've been watching brother do, whether it be swimming, gymnastics or trial karate classes. I can't wait for you to have a chance to develop your own talents. I can't wait to watch you shine.
I love you,
Ama
