Happy birthday, Hailey. You are our sunshine.
Now please stop growing up so quickly or I will be forced to freeze you in carbonite, like a tiny Han Solo. And this is the first year that you will totally get that joke and you will make another, far more obscure joke about Clone Wars and I won’t get it at all, and you’ll give me that look like, “Aw. Old people are adorable. Bless your heart.” And I will still love you because you’re amazing. But I’ll also be stockpiling the carbonite.
You’ve been warned, my sweet girl.