Today is your 8th birthday. I cannot believe that you're 8 years old already. Your birth can't have been 8 years ago; it was just yesterday that you opted to wait until your due date to make your appearance. To this day you despise being late.
I know we have our issues. It's not surprising given that you are so much like me. You love to read and I'm so happy that we share that trait. You're stubborn too; I'd like to blame Dad for that but I'm pretty sure that's my doing as well. I'm happy that you got Dad's love of sports though. Maybe in a couple of years I can teach you to play the piano, or you can take up the flute, just like me.
Don't always be so hard on yourself. Remember, all we ask is that you try your best at things. That does NOT mean be perfect. It just means quality work, or trying your hardest when you're out skating. When we give advice, take it. It doesn't always mean that we're criticizing. Sometimes we actually want to be helpful in order to make you happy.
So baby girl, enjoy your hockey scrimmage tonight. Tomorrow we'll celebrate with cake and presents. Know that we love you so very, very much.