Dear Reese,
We spend the evening at Troup Park. Your Aunt Jenn brings us Mauricio’s and her friend KP, who soon becomes your friend too. You act funny on purpose and then check to see if she laughs. She does. My little comedian.
You take more steps on your own on the grass while we sit around the picnic table. On the lawn where my grandparents’ cottage once stood. Gran would have been able to watch you from her spot at the window.
On the sand, I pull out my phone for a selfie of us and you smile on cue and then smile and laugh more when I show you the picture of us.
It feels like summer. Even more so because you are covered in mosquito bites from yesterday. One is smack dab between your eyebrows. Uffda.
Love,
Mama