I love these dimples. I can't believe this girl is four. And she looks more like a girl, less like a baby. Her face is thinning, her sentences complete. Her opinions are well known. She colors inside the lines. Her body unrecognizably long when lying horizontal in the bathtub. Her position in the family defined: she is the favorite . . . of all of ours. We've actually voted. Her aspirations? To be a doctor-mom. Her best friend is named Chloe. Chocolate milk every morning. Every night a scratch-back, song, fan on and door shut, wrapped in her pink blanket. A tattletale of sorts, especially when it involves her siblings. Always gets the benefit of the doubt in our family. Never wants her dad to go to work. Best at clearing her dishes. Won't let a dinner go by without our reciting "rose and thorns" of the day. Still slightly nervous around our dog Tex. Maintains her duck-like bark every time she coughs. It turns heads. Continues to be the ham in the family. No one's competing with her. Bossy has a pretty good chance of being the characteristic we'll most likely have to reign in this year. She's the perfect caboose for our family. And she plays that part well what with being hauled around town to everyone's activities, of which none are hers. It's par for the course, Reese, but you sure make it easy on us and more enjoyable too.
We love you Reesey Belle!
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