The word – dog – is yours, K.

It’s official.

You get the word: https://bearfruitwithpatience/dog

I remember H saying “dog” all the time when she was little too – but you take the cake on it.

You win – it’s your favorite word.

By far.

I mean, you probably say it 20 – 30 times before school.

Maybe 100 times in a day total.

For instance, I held you this morning while I was letting Huck out – and I think you said it 12 times while pointing at him – all in less than sixty seconds.

My sweet baby.

Let life come at us.

I’ll be here with you.

I love you.

-Dad

This last weekend was not terribly eventful, but sometimes you need a weekend like that.

My parents came to see us this weekend – and we simply tried to spend time together.

We tried to spend time together – and mom flat-out put Grandpa to work.

He wired an electric Christmas trees, glued a broken cabinet door back together, bolted down an unsteady toilet, a repaired a hole in our outside fence.

K you were so sweet you followed everyone around all weekend wanting to be held, read to, and loved on.

And H, as my parents were driving away, you and I went outside to wave them goodbye.

I held you, and as they drove off you said:

“I miss them. I hope that they can see us again soon.”

My tender-hearted girls.

I love you.

-Dad

It has been about two weeks since Christmas and already it is all a blur.

Everyone had fun and mom and I loved seeing you girls so excited.

Overall, everyone had a favorite gift or two, but mostly:

H, you were interested in what K got.

And K, you were interested in what H got.

But that’s how it goes with siblings, right?

You were both so beautiful that day.

H, you had on Santa pajamas, and K, you had on Elf pajamas.

Because every Santa needs an Elf!

My little 4-year-old Santa and my little one-year-old elf running all over the house.

It was a fantastic Christmas.

I love you.

-Dad