Happy birthday, big girl

You're getting so big. You turned eight years old last week. Eight! You are my eldest, my mini-me. You are calm, easy-going, and nothing phases you. You are creative, imaginative, and at the same time, very, very practical. You are a total ham. You are not afraid to be the centre of attention; in fact, you kind of like it. You are my performer, my comedian, and you are never embarrassed -- you aren't afraid of looking foolish in order to get a laugh. You are brave. You love board games, crafts, catching bugs, dressing up, frogs, writing stories, playing outside (even in subzero temperatures), hockey, swimming, and your sister. You are patient with her, more patient than I am sometimes. I am lucky to be your mom.

I love you Leah. Happy Birthday.