Dear Reese,
In the morning, we walk around our lot while they spray paint the trees orange. Those are the ones that need to come down. It’s a little funeral of sorts. MorMor takes you walking in the wagon while Cappi and I stay to see it through. We talk of planting willows in the back. We talk of making up for it. There’ll be plenty of trees left once the home is built.
In the evening, we go swimming with your Aunt Jenn in the pool again. Taj comes too. You kick, kick, kick as I hold you by your belly and chase a bath toy through the water. After a while, your lip starts trembling, it’s just shy of warm enough for swimming. I wrap you up in a towel and draw you a hot bath. You soak until your cheeks are warm and you’re so chatty and energetic afterward that bedtime gets pushed a half hour.
Tomorrow, it’s the weekend. Maybe we’ll go to the beach again.
Love,
Mama