Dear O, Otherwise known as our poet. At age seven, you are a gem of a girl with a sparkling and winsome personality. Unafraid of stage lights, you glisten in the spotlight. As in previous years, you are adept at penning and performing beautiful poems with titles that would make even famous authors sit up in […]
"I can't bear it." You folded your hands over your face in misery. We were reading the final chapters of "Charlotte's Web" and, though this is probably our third time reading it, your tender heart is not unmoved. You have always felt things deeply - observing tiny details in nature and faces. You wish for a […]
Dear A~ I'm happy to say that I have savored your babyhood. I have taken the time to relish your laugh, your baby white-blonde curls, and your tiny, high-pitched voice (3-year-old voices really are THE BEST). I have held you during naptimes and let you sleep beside me in bed at night. As you always […]
Dear O, Whenever I think of you, my heart comes near to the bursting point with pride. You are an extraordinary little girl - both elegant and spunky, creative and careful. You adore the written language and pore over library books. On your own, you've read through stacks from our shelves - surprising us by […]
When she calls for me in the night, she wraps her chubby arms around my neck and says, "MY mommy" in her sticky, sleepy voice. Sometimes her voice trails off..."the best." Rough road trip or afternoon? Cured by Itsy Bitsy Spider! She also requests Miss Muffet and The King Was In His Counting House. She […]
Dear K, Eight years ago today, I had no idea that I was about to die. As the contractions swept over my body and I gripped your daddy's hand, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wanted you. But it wasn't until you lay in my arms, bloodied and crying, small and […]