My dear Lena,

I look at these photos, and they seem to be the very essence of you, at six years old.

Happiness and wonder.

Sensitivity and gentleness. 
Joy and excitement.

Enthusiasm and beauty.
Peace and big dreams.

Kids always seem to be in a rush to grow up. I remember being a kid and thinking that there was some great secret only adults knew.

Truth: there’s no grown-up secret. We definitely don’t have it all figured out.

But, girl, I think that maybe you do.