Dearest Adri {letters to Adri Rose}

Adriana Rose.
Adri.
Adri Rosie.
Baba Goo.
Baby Heart.
Wee One.
Bobbie.
Bobs.

All those names mean the same person. YOU.
My firstborn, you are the one that made me a mom. As the first child, you will always hold a very special place in my heart.

I can't believe it's been four years since I was miserably hot, tired, and 5 days overdue to give birth. And then you decided to rush into the world in a matter of 6 short hours. And I held all 8 lbs, 4 ounces of you and felt like I'd known you my whole life.

Adri Rose, you are one-of-a-kind. You are funny and sweet. You are the most conscience, organized little type A child. You love animals and colors. You love to learn, can already add, you enjoy learning about the human body, and love to read books.

You are the best big sister, and introduce Piper to everyone as "my baby sister, Piper."
You are also possibly the most extroverted person I know. You love social situations and smile and talk to everyone, introducing yourself as "Adri Rose."

You are a bright-eyed, gentle, stubborn, opinionated, smart, sassy, and pleasant little soul. You are my sidekick, my pal, and fellow adventurer, with Pipey going along with us for the ride.
We still snuggle to sleep together every night, and we have dance parties randomly in the living room.

Adri Rose. There is no one quite like you, and there never will be.
Happy Fourth Birthday.

Love, Mommy.
2019