My sweet Skeeter,
It has been five years since you made your unexpected appearance, a day earlier than your scheduled entrance. Clearly you wanted and demanded to be born on October 10th of 2010.
Your dad and I never have to guess how you are feeling. You wear your heart on your sleeve. Your capacity to love knows no bounds. The only trouble we have right now is reminding you that not everyone loves to be hugged so tightly and then picked up.
Your memory is amazing. We think you might have inherited your godmother’s ability to remember anything that is said. Your knowledge of song lyrics is practically equal to mine, and you can remember a ridiculous amount of movie lines. We wish you wouldn’t remember everything daddy or I say, especially things we say while driving.
You are so loved sweetheart. We wish you another year filled with love, laugher and learning.