Dear Shea,
It is said that you shouldn't cry over spilt milk. I beg to differ. What if it is pumped milk? What if I labored over getting the milk available for you, spilled it and had nothing to offer; surely there is reason to cry? Reason or not, I have cried for this very thing. You were only a few weeks old and I didn't realize the bottle I had prepared for you wasn't sealed... I thought you were gulping it down, but it turns out your bib got most of the nutrition. When you cried. I cried.
Today was not as dramatic. Today you got a hold of Lincoln's sippy cup and somehow pried it open. I found you splashing in your creation. If anyone cried, I think it was Lincoln.
To my thrill spill Shea, I love you!
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