Dear Isabella,

I cannot wait until the day that I can show you these pictures and say, “Here, look. You really were the cutest baby on the planet. I have proof.”
I also can’t wait until the day that I can be the aunt that brings you Christmas presents from faraway places when you are little and then takes you to those places when you are older.
And I can’t wait until I get to share with you my ginormous Barbie collection that I am still saving. Just in case God gives me all boys (which would be spiteful), at least I can share them with you.
Love,
Aunt Ginny (or whatever pronunciation of Virginia you can manage as a toddler)

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