Dearest Peapod:
In the spirit of Hootie and the Blowfish, "Time...why do you punish me?" You are sprouting like a beanstalk, so strong and full of life. Not only do you have almost perfect control of your head, but you turn your head to find me when I call out to you. You can find your Daddy in a sea of faces. You speak to me in a perfect language only you can understand, but it's like hearing angels singing from the Heavens. Your laugh melts my heart as if to say you are mine and your laugh is for me only. I long to just sit with you, feel your warm presence against my cheek. Time is getting away from me. It moves so quickly that I cannot keep up. I feel as if your life-race is almost over, when yet it has only just begun. No longer are you my infant baby, but you are now my smiley daughter. Your presence in my life has made all the difference--I just ask for more time for me to be present in your life.
I love you my little fish,
Mommy
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