Every morning, for all your mornings, a shout rings out. What proceeds is a running, pushing, smiling, leaping cry and yell: “Good Morning Hosanna!” Your brothers are often the leaders of this parade, everyone wanting to catch a glimpse of the joy and wonder of your first moments of the day. Most mornings your smile is bright and your laughter loud. This ritual has also been a growing place for you, as you have learned to love and enjoy a certain brother whose exuberance, for some reason, always irritated you at your waking. You are our treasured doll and we love you.