Saturday, February 04, 2006
... little Birdie! My first born, helper girl and pony.
Last night as I went in to the room you share with LaLa to replace the ladder to the top bunk, I looked at you sweet sleeping self and your sister and wept. Maybe I was just overwrought from staying up till 3:00am the night before finishing the new addition on the house a.k.a. your birthday cake... but it seems to me that it is going too fast. You know your own phone number and how to write your name and you can count by 10's up to a hundred. There is never enough time, my little lovebug and it is breaking my heart into bigger pieces.
and the cake.... gadzooks the thing needs it's own zipcode.