Dear Maisie,
I love you.  I love you on your bad days. I love you on your good days. I love you when you wake up cranky, when you sleep in.  I love you when you look up at your dad struggling with the Christmas lights on top of the ladder in freezing cold and say "you are the best daddy in all the land, thank you daddy".  I love you when you get upset when Elliot cries.  I love you when you have a milk moustache, say the wrong things, and when you are in hysterics over breaking a $1 snow globe.  I love you when you eat all your dinner, and when you don't.  I love you when your face is covered in fudge, or toothpaste, or sparkles.  I love you.  All the time.  In any weather.  In any clothes.  On any day.  Always.