Friday's Letters

Dear Son, you are the best baby ever. Seriously, you never cry just to cry, you already have such a personality, and we can take you anywhere. I remind myself of this everytime I wake up from a night of no sleep, get peed on, or get nothing done because you want me to play with you or hold you all day. You are a baby, afterall. Dear Jack, You are still the best furbaby ever, but you have to remember that you are not a real baby, and you cannot do things like ride in the carseat, with Caden, on the freeway. Dear School, I did not miss you. Maternity leave should be longer. Much longer. Dear To-Do List, stop growing! I will get to you as soon as I take care of the baby, do my homework, clean the house, and show my husband some love. Dear Hubby, Thank you for making my birthday such a great day and getting me something I knew I wanted (a new knife set and Philosophy products) and something I didn't realize I wanted (a diamond bracelet). Dinner and dessert at our favorite restaurant was the icing on the cake (or the tiramisu)!