Dear Lincoln,
I have thought about the different ways that I would start this blog. Considered the explanation I would give for it's purpose; figured I would explain it's use for the future, etc. Only, right now, 15 minutes before you're suppose to be awake from your nap, I can hear you playing your harmonica. You know you're not suppose to get out of your toddler bed, until mommy or papa come get you, so I picture you reaching out to your toy box, carefully, so as not to touch the ground. Or perhaps, you did get out of bed, with a little fright, and then ran back to your honorable place. Either way, it makes me laugh. And. It reminds me of why I wanted to write you.
These are precious memories that will get lost amongst all the other million cute things you do.
I will try to write you often. You and your sister. I love you
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