hockey daughter

dear little leah, 

you are, what i guess we can call, a hockey daughter. your dad plays hockey. he just started. he's no professional, but he's actually not all that bad. even i was surprised.

sometimes he falls. 

sometimes he doesn't. {sometimes he even scores!}

and you love to get dressed in your jammies and mittens and watch him play {even if the games are really late}... 

...and then patiently wait for him to change into his street clothes so we can drive him home. 

he's already talking about getting you some ice skates and taking you to a rink this winter. just thought i'd warn you. 

love you, little leah. 

love, 

mommy