Dear Miriam,
Today you were the cutest little thing. You are a little over three years old and most of the time you are a terror you know. You have wit and sarcasm and stubbornness already. These are things that I will enjoy when you are an adult but I dread as a teen-ager.
You play well by yourself. Today I was working out of the house and you were playing with your dolls and puppies and other toys. I loved listening to your conversations with yourself. You were sweet and firm and fun.
I love holding you. You often climb into my lap and curl up and give great snuggles.
Last night when we were tucking you and your sister Gwendolyn into bed Gwen was telling us how she still felt badly. [She was running a fever and throwing up.]So you chime in that you felt bad. Then you said, "I'm going to throw up too" followed by "My leg is broken." Your mom and I smiled and we continued to tuck you in. You started cracking up and then we had to laugh too.
Thanks for being such a good little girl.
I love you with all my heart.
Good night.
