4 Years Old

Being four felt like pure magic— especially during the holidays. This was the year I discovered the thrill of writing to Santa, carefully crafting letters to the "North Pole" (as you can see in the second image to the left) with my mom by my side. She had a way of turning every holiday into a grand spectacle, and her excitement was contagious. From building candy-covered gingerbread houses to decorating the tree as a family, filling the house with laughter.

The picture to the left is my first time meeting Santa— I was so nervous I asked for a Barbie instead of what I really wanted. These little traditions weren’t just about presents or decorations; they were the moments that made the holidays my favorite days of the year, leaving memories I’ll treasure forever.