Proud

Hey, lil' dude. I wanted to tell you how proud of you I am.

I came home last night, from being away from home for four days, to find you just as sweet and content as you were last week.

Thank you for being such a good girl for Daddy. I know he had fun with you! Dinner at the diner Friday night for corn-dogs and ketchup; Saturday cruising garage sales in your stroller and picking out new clothes for both of you at Old Navy; and Sunday a road-trip to your first MLB game. I am sad I missed the two of you yesterday in your gear and Daddy carrying all your stuff in his Jordan backpack and not your diaper bag.

I'm so proud of you for being a big girl and glad you had so much fun with your biggest fan!