Dear Babygirl 1, You are more and more sweet to your little sister every day, and for that I am eternally thankful. You touch her hair and give her kisses and tell her it’s going to be okay when she cries. You ask where she is if we ever get in the car without her, […]
I managed to pull of synchronous naptimes this afternoon (Hallelujah!), spent a few moments of it writing in my journal, and ended up flipping back several pages to re-read prior entries. Apparently I was feeling pretty Go Woman Go! back in April, because here’s what I wrote on the morning of 4-23-14: I am successful. […]
Dear girlies, Girls. Girls. Plural! That still boggles my mind. There are two of you. Big sister and Little sister. How did I ever get so lucky? And whose adorable kids are these because surely they can’t be mine…right? Right? Hello? Wait, what? I gave birth to both of you? NO WAY. I’m sure every […]
I hope you get the corner office. I hope you get the first class seat. I hope you plant the flag at the top of the mountain. I hope you reach for your place amongst the stars. I hope you write the book. I hope you direct the play. I hope you score the winning […]
1. It’s our punkin’s half birthday today! 18 months. Wow. 2. The fall colors this year have been so stunning. I’m not sure if it’s my viewpoint that has changed or that they really are more brilliant this year, but either way, stun-to-the-ning. 3. I have not read a lot lately. I must remedy that. […]
Dear Babygirl, Hey hey, precious peanut. I haven’t written you a letter in a while, so I thought I’d give it a go. Did you know that you’re going to have a sister? I still can’t believe it myself. Two baby girls. Two girls. Sisters! How special. My mom always told me the story about […]
Dear Babygirl, We bought you a balloon yesterday, and you kinda hated it. You squint by raising your upper lip and scrunching your nose in addition to narrowing your eyes, so when it’s bright outside we can’t stop giggling. We now have 5022 overexposed photos taken in our back yard of primarily your front teeth. […]
Dear Babygirl, Can you grow up a bit faster, please? There is so much that I want to teach you. That’s all I wanted to say for now. Love, Mama P.S. I was just kidding about that. Please don’t grow up. Like, ever. — For more in the Dear Babygirl series: Letters to My Daughter […]
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