You make me smile more times than I could ever record. You embrace life with squeals of delight, and wow can you put on a show. At Thanksgiving, your Grandma Lynn gave you your Christmas presents since we won't see her again until after the holidays. After opening each one, you gasped "this is just what I wanted". But really, we all knew instantly what the favorite one was.
I present to you, photographic proof that you are quite possibly not my daughter.
Along with photographic proof that you most definitely are my daughter.
You love your Grandpa Dick - just adore him. And during our Thanksgiving visit, you found some automated music making device, which you brought out to share with everyone. You then announced there was a dance contest and let's just say, Grandpa Dick has moves. Unfortunately for him, he lost, because although you didn't mention it before the contest started, to "win", one needed to do a surprise drop to the floor maneuver, that really only you could do.
After the dance contest, you insisted that Grandpa Dick hold your hair back so you could properly apply your make-up.
Your first visit to Santa this year was like all the rest. You kept a cautious distance. But then we attended the Daughters of the American Revolution annual Christmas party and wow - I guess you just know who the real deal is because you climbed right up on this Santa's lap. He is, by far, the best looking Santa I have ever laid eyes on.
You yell, you stomp your feet, you don't get pushed around by anyone.
And you, more than anyone I know, seem to realize that politeness and a smile can go a long way.
Love,
Mommy
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