dear pratt.

dear pratt,

when i was little, i dreamed of having kids. i think most people did. or maybe most little girls did. i was no exception. i had strollers and babies and i spent time at night tucking them into their beds. wrapping them in blankets. taking good care of them.

i always thought it would be so fun to have a baby to care for. to go on walks with. to talk to. all of it. every single bit.

but i never dreamed that i would or could love you as much as i do.

this morning was a perfect morning. around 8 am, before it go too hot and sticky, we went outside on the front porch to water the plants. when i got the water hose out, you wanted to play in it. so i stripped you of your diaper, and let you play to your heart's content.

you would stand in the the mist and just scream with glee! it was so precious. it was cold, and shocking...but you loved it and couldn't seem to get enough.

we searched for bugs. we inspected them with our magnifying glass. talked about their characteristics (yes, i think one day soon you'll understand all this...so i might as well start now).

but what i'm most excited about though, is that you already know to let them go. we don't hurt them. we don't smoosh them. we inspect and then we "send them home to momma...because dinner is ready."

and you do it so easily. no fuss. no fight. just like it's second nature. i wonder if you can join PETA at this young of an age. hmm, something to think about.

you are growing and changing every single day. i'm so lucky to be your mom.















and two of my most favorites...

i love you pratt.

mommy.