Dahlia is a first grader.

I heard the pitter patter of her feet at 6am. I rolled over and shut off the alarm because I certainly couldn't sleep either. She was ready for first grade the last day of kindergarten.

She had her clothes picked out, her accessories, her shoes, how she wanted to wear her hair, and what she wanted to pack in her lunch. She knows what she wants. She speaks up for herself. She's sensitive and aware. She has her own style and personality. Her laugh is contagious and I wish her hugs would never end.

Here's to another beautiful school year, my dear girl! You are so loved and you make us so proud.