Dear Reese,
When I drop you off at daycare and wave goodbye, you wave back and say “bye”. I don’t hear it, but your teachers do and point it out. When I pick you up, they said you practiced saying “bye” all day. And practiced pulling yourself to standing on everything you could find.
(You’re talking. Each week a developmental leap.)
I make your favorite for dinner tonight. Usually, there’s a mess on the floor to clean up after dinner, but not this evening. Every bit of that mac and cheese goes in your mouth.
Love,
Mama