Dear Reese,
At dinner lately, you’ve been laughing up a storm when I mirror you. You tilt to the side. I follow. Then the other side. I follow. Then back and forth. I follow. You laugh and laugh.
Tonight, you play with the leafy strawberry top I cut off for you and try to put it back on the strawberry. A little hat.
I want to remember all of it.
Love,
Mama