Dear Kasara,
Remember that day you were born and you kept crying? That was weird. Remember how we got you to walk by bribing you with fruit flavored marshmallows? Do you remember your first day of school and you wore that red, white and blue dress with your shiny pink barbie back pack? You were so proud! Remember playing American Idol in the car? You always wanted to be Paula Abdul. Remember singing duets in the car and you always made me be Tim McGraw and you were Faith Hill? Remember that time we went to the safe kids fair or something and I spilt hot chocolate all over your friends white tennis shoes that she had borrowed from her sister? I still cringe. Remember how you always had to reset my clock in the car at time change and how you helped me program stations on the radio. You taught me how to do numbers when texting. You taught me how to hold the mirror and bend over after cutting someone's hair. I wish I could find the old videos on my old phones of you singing Silent Night and when we did those crazy makeovers. We would laugh so hard. Oh my gosh, remember the time you were making waffles and you forgot to wait for it to cook and you opened it to soon and then got mad...at who? Remember when you were learning how to drive and that giant spider attacked us? Remember when I had to come get you because the snow storm was too bad to drive in? Remember that time you got married and I cried because I thought you left without saying good bye? What happened to the girl that loved to wear stretch pants and business dresses? Who let a girl be her friend even though she was brown? Happy Birthday to you, the original Belle.
Love,
Mom
