dear pratt.

dear pratt,

there are a few things on my mind that i've needed to get down on here, but i keep forgetting. they are things that probably aren't considered "milestones"...but i think you'll appreciate them none the less. what you will learn as you get older, is that it's the small things that matter. so i hope you find happiness in these few, random things.

last night, for the first time, you ran to the back door as soon as you heard your daddy come in. we were in the kitchen. i was attempting to cook dinner AND please you. it's not easy. i hope i make it look easy...but i doubt i do. as soon as you heard the door open, you shrieked and then took off for him. all i could hear was the pitter patter of your feet. a wonderful sound.

there are a few people who you really recognize. and you get really excited when you see them. two of those people are your two grandmothers. cookie took you to itty bitty city saturday. and as soon as she opened the door to the car, you smiled and reached for her. yesterday, nana kept you so i could help your daddy up at his office. as soon as you saw her, you shrieked and reached for her too. and then you immediately looked at me and said, "bye bye!".

you are content to play in your room for hours. you follow me around. if i go into your closet to hang clothes, you come in there and play. if i'm changing your bed sheet, you stand and watch me and try to help me with the animals.

you are a wonderful helper. you follow directions exceptionally well. last night you had rolled out all the aluminum foil in my baggy drawer. i asked for dad to come help me with you as i was cooking, and when he walked in, he said, "okay, pratt...put the foil down." and as slowly as you could you bent down to the ground and put it on the floor. and then you just smiled at him. i think it caught him totally off guard. because of your sweet reaction, he made you a foil hat. i guess you two plan on talking to the aliens sometime soon.

you love the dogs. ace and scout. and yoda too. but you'd rather pull her hair than pet her. when the dogs are in their crate, you walk over to it, bend down and in your softest, sweetest voice say, "hi dogs." it's one of the cutest things i've ever seen.

you love to walk up the stairs. you take one step for each stair. and you try to count with me. there are 15 stairs. we count them out loud every single time we go up. when we come down the stairs, you stand and wait on me. you wait right by the top. and i'll sit down and you'll lean into me, wrap your arms around my neck and then i pick you up. the entire time we are walking down the stairs, you giggle and hug me. sometimes i make up reasons to go upstairs. i do. i really do.

i love you more than i ever thought possible. so many things make sense to me now. things my parents always said would make sense....they were right.

i'm so glad you're mine.

mommy.