Monday, August 8, 2011


dear little leah,

there's not much that thrills me more than when i hear your little voice. usually it is in the form of a giggle or squeal. sometimes a cry. but i still love your voice. and this morning, when we heard you stir, dad went upstairs to get you. he brought you down to where i was still in bed and i greeted you with an excited, "hi leah!".

to which you replied, "mama!"

yup. that's my name. and please, feel free to wear it out as much as you'd like. i'll never get tired of it.

i love you little leah, and i love that you're mine.


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