You are growing up way too quickly. My memory is failing me more often than not so I just have to take a minute to note all the things you are loving as of late.
You are soaking up every bit of summer. I look at your bleached out hair, tanned skin and Popsicle stained face and it makes me smile everyday. You're my summer baby.
You love going on Pa Pa's boat where you can tube with Reese. Though you refuse to call it tubing and instead you tell everyone you ski.
You are a goer. You request to go to "stores" everyday. You stand by the garage door and demand, "stores, stores."
You love to go see your cousins, every time we head out you request, "Klair's Klair's."
You love chasing Gygy, the neighborhood dog, around the block. You'd follow that little dog dog to edge of the earth if I'd let you.
You also love horsy's. The only way I can get you in the jogger stroller is to promise we can go see the horsy's. Last night you put on an old cowboy hat in the garage and kept repeating "horse, horse, horse."
You love going to the potty and in fact you've graduated from your trainer potty and you now only go on the big one. You are doing much better with this big transition than I could have ever hoped.
Milly, I'm trying desperately to soak up the last few months of it being just you and me.
I love you with all of my heart,