You are FIVE years old. I thought I was done writing to you as your babyhood ended, but I think I'll still always want to sneak in some letters and stories every once in a while.
You have your first loose tooth! It's the left front bottom one and the adult tooth is already pushing up behind it. You are SO excited about the loose tooth and talk about the Tooth Fairy's impending visit daily. But not so excited that you want to tug or even wiggle aggressively. You just like knowing it's there, loose.
You are halfway through your year of public pre-k and you LOVE school. You adore your three teachers, all of whom adore you right back. The special treats you finagle for yourself never cease to amaze me: bracelets, tiaras, candy, special art projects...on and on. The girls in your class are sweet, but this has really been your first foray into complicated friendships. Sometimes someone wants to play with you, sometimes they want to play with someone else. Sometimes people say hurtful things. You seem to navigate it all well, but you really didn't admit to having any friends in school for almost a month. You weren't bothered by it; you just knew the difference between friends and acquaintances.
But what really astounds me about your five year old self is your role of big sister. You relish this. You adore being Lucy's big sister and adore Lucy. She will pull your hair, eat your toys, take me and Daddy's attention away from you for eons at a time and you NEVER lose it with her. You may get annoyed with me or Daddy, but you have never once said anything unkind or impatient with her. If she's crying, you try to cheer her up. You still shatter our hearts, Sweet Pea, you are such a loving person.