Sage calls you “the lover,” and she nailed it.  You are gentle, sensitive, tender, observant, empathic, and nurturing. You crave security and predictability, you notice the teeniest tiniest things and you are the medicine to the physical and emotional aches in our family. You’re our little cancer baby, born in the water and like the water, you flow swiftly while simultaneously smoothing the sharp edges in your path. 

For a long time I worried that if I let you out into the world, it would crush you. But the longer I spend with you, I realize that you have more strength than I give you credit for. I hear you stand up to your sister and you let your Dad know when he uses a tone of voice you don’t like. You even told a police officer (on the site of an emergency) that he should probably park somewhere else because he was blocking traffic.