bean.

bean. you are so little. you are my everything. you hold my hand. you squeeze my neck. your hair is getting longer..but only in the back. you let me wipe your nose a million times a day. you like cheese pretzels. you love your veggies.

lynley. stop growing. ok? don't ever grow up.

i have a feeling that i'm going to be that crazy mom that can't let go. that can't ever face my baby getting older, wantingto wear makeup, wanting to go to school alone, wanting to go hang out, wanting to drive a car, heaven FORBID you ever want to go on a date. i think i'll die. haha

for now, i'm trying to get over you out growing a pair of shoes. it's something i can't explain, and you'll never understand until you have your firs baby girl. every milestone is beyond exciting, and beyond devestating at the same time. it's something like, every day around 2pm, i realize that everything i have right now, someday will be gone.

good thing i have dad, otherwise, i might end up in the looney home!

i love you love chug. you're an amazing little girl. i hope that you remember that always, and that you be as great and big and bright as you can possibly be. and when i tear up, just give me the look, and i'll remember to be happy :)

xx0x00x0x0x9xixxoxoxox

mama