
Hi, little one. Something is different today. When you wake up, Grow is already bouncing at the end of your bed with a tiny party hat on. 'Happy birthday! You are a whole year bigger than yesterday.'

You count on your fingers how old you are now. It feels exciting and a little strange, like wearing shoes one size up. Grow says, 'A birthday is not just the cake. It is a whole year of new things you can do.'

You look back at the year. You learned to hop on one foot, to pour your own water, to zip up your own coat. Grow nods at each one. 'Look how much bigger your can-do list has grown.'

At your little party, everyone sings, and Grow sings loudest of all, even though Grow forgets half the words and just hums the rest. You take a big breath, make a wish, and blow. The candle smoke curls up and, for one magic moment, draws the shape of your wish in the air. Grow leans in, 'Growing one year bigger also means growing one year braver.' Everyone cheers.

Later, full of cake and happy, you tell Grow your favorite part was all of it. Grow grins and asks, 'So, little one... did we grow a little today?' You did, a whole year's worth. 'Here is your little grow for tomorrow,' says Grow. 'Do one thing all by yourself that you know how to do now.' See you tomorrow, little one.
