
Hi, little one. Something is different today. When you wake up, Growy 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. Growy 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. Growy nods at each one. 'Look how much bigger your can-do list has grown.'

At your little party, everyone sings, and Growy sings loudest of all, even though Growy 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. Growy leans in, 'Growing one year bigger also means growing one year braver.' Everyone cheers.

Later, full of cake and happy, you tell Growy your favorite part was all of it. Growy 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 Growy. 'Do one thing all by yourself that you know how to do now.' See you tomorrow, little one.
