Dear Chloe,

Happy Birthday! I will admit, I was a bit late in getting this up, mostly because we had to go to church, Mima’s and Nana’s to celebrate your birthday! It is hard to imagine that ten years ago this time, we still had no idea we’d be expecting you nine years ago this time.

You’re in Mrs Dighton’s third grade class at Franklin school this year, with quite a few of your friends. Unfortunately this will be your last year in Boone since my new job will move us to Grinnell or somewhere in that area.  Just yesterday, you had your first sleep over which was pretty exciting for you!

I have no doubt, it will be tough for you to move away from  your friends. However with your personality, I know you will make new friends and thankfully with technology, you can keep in touch with friends from here in Boone!

I turned you into a hockey fan this year!  Remember that Iowa Wild game where we sat up by the glass? It was fun, it was also fun afterwards we were going to look at the Jolly Holiday lights but it was super cold. So instead we went to A&W where you and Sam had root beer in a frosty mug.

Or how about that trip to Adventureland. Boy was that hot! Next year will be more fun!

You have continued playing the piano and you are improving. However I feel that you can be a lot better than you are if you just practice some more.

You’ve also become a bit more reliable and independent. You do things like helping out, getting dressed, taking showers, taking care of messes, getting ready in the morning all on your own. You even helped mom pick out some clothes to buy with her birthday money.

You did try to start mowing, but the grass was really tall and I had to help you a bit.

Both Sam and you are still in patch club. You have learned the sailor scripture which made both of us very proud of you.

Even though this is your last single digit year, we want you to remember that we are proud of you and we love you very much! Don’t stop learning, don’t stop doing!

Happy Birthday Chloe, we love you very much!

Daddy, Mommy, Samwich, Gary…