Dear Reese,
Tonight, while I’m reading Llama, Llama Red Pajama to you, I get to the part about two kisses on Llama Llama’s head, and you crawl to me and kiss me. And then try to kiss me more. You are not great at it, but it’s okay. You’re basically just licking my cheek and then trying to eat my face, and then it’s a game, and we’re both smiling and laughing.
This is also why every time you get sick, I do too.
Love,
Mama