miss ribbons

dear little leah,

yesterday morning as i dropped you off at school, we were greeted at the gate by a nice man who works there. he kindly opened the gate to let us in.

as we approached him, he gleefully shouted, "IT'S MISS RIBBONS!" and then went on to explain that's what he calls you. he {and all the other teachers and employees at your school} apparently talk about you and your hair and your ribbons on a continuing basis. they love them. every day a new ribbon color and every day a fun hairdo.

do you think they know how hard i work on those hairdos, much to your dismay?

i think it's super important for people to present themselves in a put-together fashion. doesn't have to be expensive. doesn't have to take a lot of time. but i think it shows that you feel it is important to take care of yourself and your body.

so, miss ribbons, next time you're screaming at me in the morning to stop brushing your hair or wiggling away just as i've finally captured your hair perfectly in a rubber band, just remember this. and remember how much we all love you, our little miss ribbons.

love,
mommy