dear millie,

Dear Millie,

Do you remember when you were that little?  Probably not - you went balls to the wall at every stride and ended up knocking your noggin more times than us on-lookers were able to count.  You learned to tell me you had to go 'potty' by running full force at the other side of 1008 Oak Avenue's red front door.  You were ferocious in your attempt to knock that wooden door down.  You liked to shred everything up into tiny pieces and leave a trail of your destruction.  You loved to sleep when you finally wore yourself out and you curled yourself up in the tiniest little ball when you would get cold at night.  You were always thirsty and rarely ever were you not capable of leaving a little puddle whenever it was time to do so. 

Do you remember how you used to hide underneat the coffee table when Mommie would try to discipline you?  Do you remember how you used to melt your Mommie's heart (and still do) with those jasmine eyes of yours?  I love you - thanks for bettering my life!

:)

peace and love,

your proud mommie

that's when your ears went through their first funky stage!

silly millie :)