I’m not sure how this happened, but this little thing is turning FOUR.
how is this possible?
Briley, you are hilarious and make us laugh all the time.
You are extremely stubborn and opinionated and want things specifically how you want them.
it. is. so. Frustrating.
You have to put a towel on your pillow if your hair is wet at night.
You sing more than you talk.
And, you never stop talking.
You tell the best stories, although lately they’re becoming pretty brutal.
You are the upmost girly girl in the sense that you think every pain on your body deserves a bandage.
You have a touch of tomboy in everything else.
You love scooby doo and pokemon.
I still can’t convince you of the greatness of barbies, or tutus.
You are a terrible hoarder of absolutely EVERYTHING and break anything you get your hands on.
You are caring and love to make new friends no matter where we go.
You are still the same mommy’s girl you’ve always been. (at some point, I really would like to go to bathroom by myself.)
You are loud, and testy, soft and sensitive, beautiful, and the smartest kid I’ve ever met.
I love you to the moon and back.