I just have to share this little letter I wrote to my little Carter today.
I'm not entirely sure why I didn't just write it on this blog, but somehow I just had to address it directly to the girl who knows just about every lyric to Katy Perry's "Hot and Cold" - you know, except for the naughty one. And who chooses the same breakfast cereal every morning but never does anything else I can predict. Ever. And who is often thoughtful and insightful beyond her nearly-three years but still has trouble remembering that if you walk in front of a moving swing at the park you will get hit in the face and it will knock you on your butt.