Dear Reese,
The fireworks don’t wake you, thank God. Bursts of thunder out our window last night and tonight. But you sleep deeply, needing your rest.
We don’t really celebrate today, but we do see our cousins at their new cottage on the water. I eat a slice of strawberry pie in the afternoon and offer to share it with you, but you’re not interested. Your cousins Ruthie and Casen huddle over you, saying how cute you are, wanting to pick you up even though they are not much bigger than you really. Ruthie does pick you up, but I hold on to you, too, just in case.
In future years, you’ll be chasing after them all, the youngest of the bunch.
Love,
Mama