I created you a collection of puzzles and add to it all the time. I wish I knew what your personality was like, now. I only know you as a 4 year old, baby. I have absolute faith that you’ve continued to grow into a wonderfully unique girl and I cannot wait to learn your favorite things, your joys and frustrations, all of it forever. Even if we are made to wait until you are older or an adult, there’s 80 more years to go after that and I will celebrate each and every one with cake, possibly balloons, definitely hats and weird glasses on the dogs, and a silly mom dance. Every day, pumpkin. Nobody can stop my love for you and they really shouldn’t be trying to.

But there are worse problems in this world than having too many people fighting over who gets to love you the most. Cherish it, Olive.