
Dear Wren,
It has been a while since i have written. only because you are one "busy body," as papa calls you. you think it is so funny that he calls you that and you say "i'm not a busy body," but man, do you keep me on my toes. You turned three. your birthday party was a tangled theme. you had a little tangled figurine that i was going to put on the top of your cake with icing hair wrapped around and you cried and cried because you didn't want me to give it to the cake lady so she could decorate it. i had to somewhat sneak it to her and you ended up loving it on the cake. you had a lot of people there to celebrate. Including Meme and Papa flew in specially for you. we had so much fun. you got a barbie that jumped on a horse and rode away. it was the hit of the party. you got so many gifts from everyone and had so much fun unwrapping them. Uncle Zac braided you a long, yellow, yarn repunzel braid to hang at the party. you loved it and it is now hanging in your room, over your window.
the morning of your birthday (the above photo), we had promised to take you to get donuts. we drove there and they were closed. you were so sad. so, we drove to the pastry/coffee shop downtown, MountainBrew, and you got a apple strudel instead. you didn't really like it. :(
You are one incredible little girl. You astound me everyday and i thank God for entrusting me with you every single day. You are so brave. You try anything and everything. You can ride bikes, scooters, skateboards, skis, sleds, anything, you love it all. you love to fish, swim, go to the river, go on adventure hikes, play at the playground, read, play with barbies, put on makeup, wear jewelry, paint, color, help cook (while sitting on the counter), sing, dance, take baths, help me do the laundry, help me clean, play by yourself in your room, build things, talking to people, to watch movies with popcorn, snuggling, crawling in our bed at 10pm, telling jokes (knock, knock, interrupting cow), to brush your own teeth, to have your back scratched, your "princess" nightgown (falling apart and all),
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