Dear Isabella,
Well I guess it's official: you are a walker. You still crawl when you're in a rush but you are walking more and more every day. I'm so proud of you and I love watching you grow and develop your personality. It's funny to get to know your little mannerisms.
I'm a little sad too. This year has gone by so fast. I hold you at bed time and think of the little wiggle worm with a floppy neck you once were, bundled in your magic blanket. Now you're a curious little monkey just like Curious George. Can you please slow down my little Bean?
Love,
Mommy
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