Alyssa my darling girl, my first born bright little star:

I tell you lovingly for the umpteenth time that when you give me and your mother an envelope to open up with a present inside, you don’t need to put so much glue on your project that the entire thing is glued hopelessly shut.

At least you never seem to mind much (“Oh well, Daddy–you can still see what’s inside, kind of.”). That’s my girl.