London

You make me laugh, you tire me out. All this is a blessing without a doubt. Your cute little fingers, & your cute little toes, are oh so precious I can't wait to see you grow. Into a cruel teenager, I'm sure. There will be some pain you will have to endure. This too shall pass, for this I know. It's all a part of the process as we grow. You'll live & you'll learn. You'll crash & you'll burn. But like a Phoenix you'll always return. Bigger & better & stronger than ever, awaiting the world & your next endeavor. So play on my child, & love every minute. I'll still be right here whenever you're finish. -L' Mo