youare163daysoldoeofthisnote.yourfatherandiarepnningtogivethistoyouwhenyouareseven，soyoureadonyourownwithfewerproblems.butyousee，i’vealreadyboughtthisbookandstartedimaginingtheday，justlikehowwelookforwardstowhilealsonervousabouteverystageofyourlife.ifyou’rereadingthisonyourseventhbirthday，ormaybeafewyearsterdependingonhowquickyoulearn，youshouldknowthatyourmomiswritingthis，bearinginmindwhatiwouldliketheseven-year-oldmyselftohearandholdfortheyearstoe.anditrustyoutobeaclevererboythanieverwas.
childhoodhasbeendistantforme，mybabyboy.itissomethingthatyouareluckytobeinrightnow.what’smorewonderfulisthatyoustillhavealongwaytogo.iknowyouwillsoonstartfeelingtheurgetogrowup，asididwheniwasatye.butifthereisohingthatiwouldtellthelittlegirlioncewas，itwouldbetocherisheverythingyouhaveasachild，alongsideallyinations.yourmom，nomatterhowbilooknowadays，usedtoyonthegrass，stareattheclouds，andthinkabouttheversationsheldbetweenthosewhitedogsandhorsesallthetime.ifyouwanttosharenewsaboutyourtoys，ormaybethefriendsthatnooneelsesee，iwantyoutoknowthati’malwaysheretolisten.
thestoriesthatyouhavereadsofar，theydon’tjusteintheshapesofcolourfulimages.ofcourse，therearedangdolls，singingflowersandchattyducks，fairiesinthewoodsandscaryevilsthatwillprobablygiveyousomenightmaresdoetouswhenyou’tsleep，ok?butonlywhenyoureally’t.asyouwouldhaveknownbynow，therearealsohorriblethingsthathappeninstories.therearebadguysandevenpeopledyingsometimes，justlikehowlifewillunravelinfrontofyou.
howdoidescribelife，mybelovedboy?idonotforonesedassumethataboysehestrangenessoftheworldlessthanadultsdo.infact，ithinkthatwegrown-upssometimesseelessoftheworldbecausewehaveaccepteditjustalittlebittoomuch，henceceasingtoseehinalitbe.whehis，yourdadisohebravestpersoni’veevermet.hechallengesmany，butalsoallowshisbelievestobeged，andfightforrovedmhtintheend.itisavirtuethatyouwilllearntovalueasyougetolder.forthis，iforeverlovehimasmyhusband，asyourfather，andasmybestfriend.
yrandmotheroesomethingonthebackofabookformeaswell.shesaidthatamothershouldhaveexpectationsforthechildren，otherwiseshewillnotbeagoodparent.shecouldbestrietimes.iwishthatyouhadaeether，butasitis，imissherstriessverymuch.youaretoolittleandteousformetoputdownanyexpectationnow.ifeelthatitisasintohopethatishouldmouldyouintosomethingpar
childhoodhasbeendistantforme，mybabyboy.itissomethingthatyouareluckytobeinrightnow.what’smorewonderfulisthatyoustillhavealongwaytogo.iknowyouwillsoonstartfeelingtheurgetogrowup，asididwheniwasatye.butifthereisohingthatiwouldtellthelittlegirlioncewas，itwouldbetocherisheverythingyouhaveasachild，alongsideallyinations.yourmom，nomatterhowbilooknowadays，usedtoyonthegrass，stareattheclouds，andthinkabouttheversationsheldbetweenthosewhitedogsandhorsesallthetime.ifyouwanttosharenewsaboutyourtoys，ormaybethefriendsthatnooneelsesee，iwantyoutoknowthati’malwaysheretolisten.
thestoriesthatyouhavereadsofar，theydon’tjusteintheshapesofcolourfulimages.ofcourse，therearedangdolls，singingflowersandchattyducks，fairiesinthewoodsandscaryevilsthatwillprobablygiveyousomenightmaresdoetouswhenyou’tsleep，ok?butonlywhenyoureally’t.asyouwouldhaveknownbynow，therearealsohorriblethingsthathappeninstories.therearebadguysandevenpeopledyingsometimes，justlikehowlifewillunravelinfrontofyou.
howdoidescribelife，mybelovedboy?idonotforonesedassumethataboysehestrangenessoftheworldlessthanadultsdo.infact，ithinkthatwegrown-upssometimesseelessoftheworldbecausewehaveaccepteditjustalittlebittoomuch，henceceasingtoseehinalitbe.whehis，yourdadisohebravestpersoni’veevermet.hechallengesmany，butalsoallowshisbelievestobeged，andfightforrovedmhtintheend.itisavirtuethatyouwilllearntovalueasyougetolder.forthis，iforeverlovehimasmyhusband，asyourfather，andasmybestfriend.
yrandmotheroesomethingonthebackofabookformeaswell.shesaidthatamothershouldhaveexpectationsforthechildren，otherwiseshewillnotbeagoodparent.shecouldbestrietimes.iwishthatyouhadaeether，butasitis，imissherstriessverymuch.youaretoolittleandteousformetoputdownanyexpectationnow.ifeelthatitisasintohopethatishouldmouldyouintosomethingpar