This letter is dedicated to one of my two nieces, who turns seven years old today.
Dear Little Girl,
Your mom and I grew up sharing the same closet and bathroom when we were little. I can remember braiding her hair and painting her nails and playing together with our dolls and our easy-bake oven. I remember choreographing dance routines to the soundtrack of Dirty Dancing and making everyone in our family turn in their tickets made of construction paper and crayon so they could watch our performance. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and feeling her curled up in bed next to me after she'd had a bad dream. I remember those early days of our childhood. They were magical.