Dear Reese,
You’re in your new strawberry pajamas, warmer for the cooling weather. We read books — one, two, three, four. You like the one with the baby dragon finger puppet.
I ask if you want another story, and you grab My Mom and Me and flop onto the pillow next to me. You flip the pages yourself this time, backwards, but that’s okay. We read one more book. Then I sing to you “Part of Your World” while we cuddle. I make up some of my own verses as I put you into bed.
You have been so, so sweet all evening. I think you understood I wasn’t feeling well and went the extra mile to be a little more independent and kind. I love you to pieces.
Love,
Mama