I'm Eliza. I'm Free Years Old.

These are things that I don't want to forget about this stage:

The good:

Eliza, you are so incredibly sweet. Still, everyone describes you as "delightful." You make me laugh all the time. From making the Perry the Platupus, "grrrrgrrrgrrr" sound to your hilarious responses, "I'm not nice. I AM BEAUTIFUL!" You are a potty master. You love to swim in the tub. You are a shopping expert. You love, love, love shoes and jewelry. Tea parties with you are blast. You can dance anyone off of their feet. You are pretty close to fearless. You love rollercoasters and amusement park rides. You enjoy anything chocolate. School is fun. You like going there. You absolutely love your friend, Didun and your teachers, Jerry and Eileen. You play in the backyard with the boys. You've started to love sword fighting and saying "Heee-yah!" You constantly chat with your imaginary fairy friends (especially Mr. Twoey, who is most often a rabbit who is pink with a striped tongue, but often changes). You have a special language that you speak to them with. Sometimes you surprise me and respond to me in Russian. You say the cutest prayers. You never fight me when you are going to bed. You always tell me how much you love me.

The bad:

You are just like me. Sorry, kid. Whenever you do anything bad, it is hard to not laugh because it is normally a result of something I passed on to you. I guess I should apologize to your future husband and kids now. You can ignore anyone. You go to imaginary land and leave the rest of us behind. You have your father wrapped around your finger. You can be moody especially if you are hungry or tired.

Eliza, you are the best child I could have asked for. You truly delight me everyday.