Briar. My I-just-can’t-sleeper.My impossible to resist ringleted princess. My grace. You have a love of language and learning that cannot be suppressed. Just this morning you woke, earlier than usual, and the first thing you did was run to your bookshelf, fingering the spines and asking me to read the words, pronounce the letters. The morning sun shone through casting a B’s shadow on the wall above you. Even covered in dirt, bugs swarming at your face and sweat dripping from your brow, you find the royal magic in every moment, your imagination ablaze. You are impish and sly. You challenge and test, infuriate and delight, fulfill and inspire. The magic waiting around each corner. You are my first baby, always my first. Many…