newsletter: month fifty-six.

Drew,

In the midst of yogurt spills and dinosaur fights, we ended up in a huge fuss this morning. I really don’t know how we can start our day with red cheeks and giggling in the bed and end up exasperated within an hour.

We butt heads sometimes. I don’t know if it’s because you are four or because you are just like your Mommy. And Daddy. But no matter, we still know how to curl up on the couch and give forgiving kisses.

When I was a little girl, your Poppy taught me to always apologize when you’re wrong. Swallow your pride, wipe your tears, and say you’re sorry. And I think you and I are getting the hang of that as well.

I love you. And I love how I learn more about myself just by walking beside you.

I’ll always say I’m sorry when I overwhelm you. And I’ll try my best to not melt in the floor when you stammer an apology through tears.

We’re in this together, kiddo.

P.S. Those dinosaurs were the best money I’ve ever spent. I think we’ll be playing with them even when you’re in college.