Sunday, August 17, 2014

Dear Presley Mae...

My littlest baby who isn't so little. Who grows a little bit more every day. Who talks a little bit more every day. Who loves a little bit more every day. 

Being the second child, you don't get as many pictures. You don't get as much one in one time. You don't get as much special treatment.

But you do get more nurturing because you are daddy's little baby. You get more patience because you are the littlest. You get more of what you ask for because you are a girl.

But we love you the same. Which I never thought would be possible. My biggest fear before I had you was,  " How am I going to love you as much as I love Cash?" But that fear was resolved the moment I held you. I loved you. And I loved you just the same.

I love your smile. I love your voice. I love your toes. I love your booty. I love your little lisp when you talk. I love your open mouth kisses. I love when you sing. I love when you get really excited you come up on your tippy toes . I love when you sleep with your mouth open and gently breath on me. 

I love you. All of you. 






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