I love you. You bring smiles out of extinction. When witnessing you in action, they always say, "She just goes and goes!" You've got a lot to keep up with (or put up with), like being left in your highchair for way too long until finally someone notices your moaning or always being on the fringes of Seth and Lucy's "busy" lives. You are the treat. Your life has seemed to go too too quickly: you walked right at one year, you are already telling us goodnight and calling your parents by name, and your molars are pushing through for heaven's sake. Not to mention a new little sister to bump you right out of the "baby" spot in the family. I can tell we will always be close. You're my little helper already, throwing legos into the bin with such authority, bringing me the batteries from the remote, and always ready to back up and take a seat in my lap when I find myself on the floor. I've said it before, the third times a charm(er)!