Oh May May, where do I begin. I knew the minute that I held you for the first time that you were going to be an exciting child to parent. I don’t know how I knew. I could just feel it in my bones. You were the first (and at this point only) Turner child to get stitches. You dance like no one is watching, and sing at the top of your lungs. Your laugh is infectious, and your smile can cheer me up on the worst of days. I love the way that you look at the world. You are the kindest, most caring little girl. And the most stubborn. But it will serve you well in life. I am not worried that you will follow the crowd. But maybe slightly worried that you will lead others into mischief. I hope that this day fulfills all of the hopes that you had for turning 4. I hope that in the years to come, you remain as strong minded, free spirited, and passionate as you are today!