Dear Presley Mae,

You are getting to be such a big girl. You change a little bit more every day. Get a little bit older every day. Get a little bit more sassy everyday.

You're trying to become Miss Independent. You don't want any help with anything. You turn away help and  just throw a fit when you can't figure something out.

I fall more in love with you every single day. I feel like every day my chest opens a little more than the day before and grows because my love is growing . 

And you go that. You make my love grow. You make my chest open and love spill out.

And for that, sweet Presley, I thank you...