Dear Babygirl 1 & 2

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, and whenever she’s not in the same room with you in the house, you always assume that she’s sleeping.

You call her “Lellah.” Please call her that for the rest of her life, okay? If you start pronouncing her name correctly one of these days, I might cry. That is all.

Love,
Mama

Dear Babygirl 2,

You are infatuated with your doggie. I’m calling her your doggie and not our doggie because, let’s admit it, she occupies the lowest rung on the totem pole these days and often, sadly, one we get annoyed to even have to claim as our own.

But having you around reminds us just how magical it can be to share a household with a loving canine.

You smile anytime you see her and watch her pace the house like you’re watching the final match of the US Open. Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth with such focus, for as long as she’s within your field of vision. And if you get to actually touch her? Giggles for days.

(When you grow up, you can have her.)

Love the dog but love you more,
Mama

Dear Babygirl 1 & 2,

Can you grow up faster? Tomorrow would be nice.

Love,
Mama

Dear Babygirl 1 & 2,

Just kidding about that, by the way. Don’t grow up. Never. Ever ever ever!

If you do decide to, I guess that’s okay with me, just make sure you plan to attend college on our back patio. We’ll build one there. Just for you.

Love,
Mama

Dear Babygirl 2,

You came home from your first day of preschool a few weeks ago, and out of all the things you said “Yup” to that we asked you directly – Did you sing songs? Did you make friends? Are your teachers nice? Did you play on the playground? Did you read books? – after a few hours, you finally volunteered your one and only tidbit: “I pwayed wif John.”

The following week I inquired with the teacher if there was a boy named John in your class. There was. He is, and I quote, “The cutest boy in the class!”

Of course he his.

Love,
Mama

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