I love celebrating my children's birthdays, usually we have a few celebrations with family and maybe with friends. I get sentimental about their birth, the events and feelings that surrounded their day. I am one of those moms who retell their story to them every year. Years ago, I wrote my oldest daughter, Calla, a letter on her birthday, I think she was two. I wrote about how much I love her and the qualities I see in her and express my hopes for her. I put it in a card and sealed it - I have never reread any of them. It was a bittersweet letter because in the back of my mind I was thinking about this more as in case I past away. I had the question nagging at me "would she know how much I love her?" I wrote a few more to her the next couple of years and to Carter, my son, after he was born. I haven't written a letter to either one in many years. I figured my scrapbooks of them were my love letters to the kids. Carter turns 8 in February, it sounds like it is time for this sentimental mom to make it a tradition again. Someday, when they do find them what a gift. I hope they never forget how much they are loved.