We’ve been spending a lot of time at the park lately. You love collecting rocks, sticks, and dandelions.
We’ve also been hanging out in our little backyard, drawing with sidewalk chalk and blowing bubbles. Summer is just around the corner!
Blow!
Ice cream is okay but you’d rather lick all the salt off a pretzel or chip, if given the option.
You must get that from your Daddy.
Rocks!
In our backyard with cousin.
You won’t grow up with a big green backyard like your parents did, but you will not be lacking for lush parks and innovative playgrounds here in NYC. There’s so much to see and do and we’ve only just started.
I turned 36 last weekend. I don’t like to do much for my birthday and the older I get the more I realize I’m not really one for fanfare. It makes me feel weird. All I wanted was to celebrate with you and Daddy and a few close friends and family. Any birthday where you get to help me blow out my candles is a perfect one in my book.
There is so much more significance to marking the passage of time now because you are with me. We are growing together.
My 36th year was also most of your second year. You won’t remember your second year but I will. I will remember it all.
