Two peas in a pod

Dear Sayde,

You are the most prolific artist I know. The amount of Crayola art you produce is staggering. And I am able to find our apartment much easier now that there is a red crayon melting on the sidewalk outside. Thank you.

While driving the minivan, I got at little misty eyed after I called out to you, "Sayde, what are you doing way back there?" and you replied, "I'm drawing kitties." And, you were. How much longer will it bring you contentment to draw kitties in the backseat? How much longer until you're tuning me out by listening to your ipod, hating the music I've chosen for the radio, and thinking I'm a total loser?

When I was your age, my mother tells me I excelled at drawing T-Rexes with blonde hair and bows. We are alike in so many ways. We both still want to be princesses when we grow up. If you have advanced notice that I'm about to snap your picture, you strike a pose. That one with the red gloves is me.

You are also an expert at getting Connor in trouble. Perhaps this is why you allowed him to cut all of your hair off this winter. I once had to go to bed without watching the muppets after I colored all over my toy box and blamed it on Aunt Trish.

You are about to start Kindergarten any day now and I can't believe how fast your childhood is flying by. I love you, baby girl.

love,

Mommy