Dear Miriam,
You are the easiest person in my life, right now. As long as we keep you fed, you're happy. That's not exactly a challenge, but it certainly is often. Every time you see one of us eating something, you want to eat it. Every time you see a cracker box, you want to eat them. Every time you seem to be getting a little crabby, we feed you again. You seem to be constantly eating, but you've only gained a half pound in the past three months.
I think it's in your head. Your head is getting too big for some of your shirts. The rest of you doesn't seem to be getting any bigger. You're finally getting more teeth, your two front teeth on top. Your hair is getting longer, and it still looks red in some lights. It curls now, when it's damp. Your eyes seem to be getting a darker ring in the middle, but they're definitely still blue.
You still love reading books, but you've started to love your stuffed animals, too. The other day you wandered around with Horton and your stuffed dog all day. Corbin and I went to Como Zoo the other day, and we got you a little stuffed gorilla, so now you carry him around sometimes.
You're the only one who isn't stressed out right now. You don't care if your toys are packed up. You don't care if the furniture is moved or in storage. You seem to be fine with Grandma putting you to bed, instead of Dad. And I have to admit that I'm taking advantage of it and spending more time with Corbin. It's not really fair to you, and it doesn't even really work very well, and it's one of the reasons that I'm looking forward to all of us being together and settled again. I don't want to miss out on time with you. You're our curious, smart, sweet, adventurous, funny girl, and I love you very much.
Love,
Mom
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