Happy four months, Nicander. You let me nuzzle you a thousand times a day. My kisses and my songs make you giggle and so does watching your father do “silly yoga” every morning. Sometimes I wish this would last forever, but by now I also know that this just gets better and better; you’re going to be such a cool kid to be around.
Eight days a week, I love you, eight days a week, is not enough to show I care.
Love,
Mama
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