you are blessed because...

Dear Little Leah, 

Today was the primary program in our new ward. You. Were. Awesome. 

I have to admit, dad and I were skeptical as we both spent a practice session with you during the past few weeks and you just couldn't hold still. You yelled out in the microphone so your part was inaudible and you simply had a hard time. 

But today - performance day - you were amazing!

You very reverently walked up to the podium with me, pressed your yellow switch with your chin and waiting quietly and patiently while your part was played. 

Your speaking part was to answer the question, "I am blessed for choosing the right when..."

"I am blessed for choosing the right when I choose to show kindness to my baby sister. When I am kind to her, she is happy and likes to be with me and smile at me."

Thank you for choosing the right, Miss Leah. It blesses us all. 

Love, 

Mommy

trouble

Dear Little Leah, 

No, this post isn't about YOU being Trouble. Or being IN Trouble. It's about you LIKING Trouble. The game, that is. You're good at it too, so it's no wonder you like it (I've still never beat you!). But...you also like to whack things (you're good at that too...) and the board gets all mixed up.

In a moment of pure genius (moms are smart), I thought that maybe I could try putting magnets on the Trouble board and pieces to get them to be a little more stable. 

It totally works. 

I'm really smart, you know.

You are too. 

Thanks for liking Trouble. I love finding things that you like. 

Love, 

Mommy

kindergarten

Dear Little Leah, 

And just like that, you're off. All day. Five days a week. 

When did you grow up!?

Didn't you look like this just yesterday? 

No? Hmm...

What am I going to do without you!? Let's not think about that. Let's think about what YOU'RE going to do without me. Pretty much have a ball. I cannot wait to see what you learn each and every day Miss Leah. You are a smart and spunky little girl and school is lucky to have you.

I love you to the moon and back. Every single Kindergarten part of you. 

Love, 

mommy