First Love

When we came to her favorite page, she took the open book and squeezed it tight against her body. The pages of the book were the arms of a good friend.

Shoes

The walk turned into a carry. But who could blame her, she has brand new walking shoes - smart looking mary janes. She couldn't both walk and admire her fashionable toesies. It is just too much to ask from a fashion conscious one year old.

**picture to come.

We are also singing.

I must not be turning the pages fast enough. I do like to overly savor a book's language; she must be reading for plot, only.

You can poop on me and I will still love you.

Niecey,

Do you know how I know we will be best friends forever? We already have the essentials in common: 1. Enjoyment of dancing in front of mirrors. 2. Importance of regularly scheduled meal times. and 3. Love of splashing. Plus, you have discerning, yet open minded, literature taste as exemplified by your love for both This is Not My Truck and Where the Wild Things Are. We will be reading Pride and Prejudice before you know it.

Me as An Aunt

Niecey,

When you smile, I cannot look away. I selfishly think that my words, my singing, my story telling created that smile. You humor me, laughing at your self centered aunt, because you know that once you can eat solid foods, I will buy you the ice cream cone you crave. Even though it is before dinner.

Much love.