My dear Pumpkin, Today is your birthday. I have decided that one of my gifts to you each year will be to write you a letter saying all the things I want to say but don’t or can’t, or that I need to but haven’t yet. I know this “gift” won’t mean much now, other than to myself, but I need to know you have these letters when I’m gone, whether that be next year or in 50 years. I want you to be able to hear my voice and know how very much you were loved. And even when it doesn’t feel like it, I want you know that I understand you. I want you to know that you are the most amazing little girl in the world. Today you are three. Some moments I find myself looking at you and barely recognizing the little girl standing where my tiny baby once was. I hear words out of your mouth that are beyond profound. I see flashes of understanding in your eyes that lets me know you get things that you are not even able to fully process. You are a thinker. You feel deeply.