Dear Little G,

Eight years ago today I was in the hospital having you, my third baby in less than five years. Your sisters were 4 and 2.

We lived in Ohio about 6 hours from our closest family and to say I was a little overwhelmed would be an understatement.

Unlike your sisters, you seemed to sense it. You seemed to know from the very beginning that I needed you to be easy.

And you were.

You spent a lot of time in your car carrier or your vibrating chair. You ran with me to take Oldest G to preschool. You slept through Middle G's gymboree class. You just went with the flow.

For the most part, you still do. You don't complain about going to your sister's soccer games and you just ride along when we have to go to the middle school for the umpteeth time to pick up Oldest G.

I hope this means that you will be an easy going tween too. I hope this means that when you are grown you will see the benefits of being flexible.

My advice this year is simple...

Fill your life with people who make you happy and avoid those who do not.

Do not be afraid to step out of your comfort zone and try something different. Is is good to push yourself beyond what you think you are capable of doing.

Remember to always say thank you. Thank people for their time, for lunch, for their help and for just being there for you. You will be surprised how thanking them will be a blessing to you.

You are loved so very much and no matter how old you get I am afraid that you will always be Little G to me.

My heart forever,

Mommy