I can't believe how fast the time is going by now that I have such a huge reason in my life to mark time. And I am sure that I will be repeating that statement, or a derivation thereof many, mnay times over the coming years.
So what's happened in our lives since I last wrote you?
Your great-grandma, a woman that you never got the chance to meet, passed away.
She was the one person in my life that I could say truly lived her life on her own terms, at least until her dickhead of a son chose to get her license taken away and shove her in a home. She didn't take any shit from anybody, and she always spoke her mind. This of course, led to most people being offended after every conversation with her, and you know how much she cared about that? Not a bit.
Now don't get me wrong: I'm not suggesting that you live your life like she did. She did a pretty good job of pissing everyone off with her very open way of dealing with people. But I hope that you feel comfortable expressing yourself, albeit with at least a little regard for the consequences.
What else? Another great doctor's visit, where we were informed that not only were you growing well, you were actually in the 100th percentile for height for your age. That seems a little odd, since your Mom and I are 5'4" and 5'6" respectively. You're probably going to be taller than either of us by twelve, and that could make enforcing the rules a little tricky. But we'll
You are more expressive and personable every day. Your face develops a new wrinkle or facial expression every other time I look at your face. And that face is (finally) starting to look a lot like the one I had when I was your age.
We're getting ready for your first Christmas, and your Mom and I are very excited. I'm going to go totally Griswold on the house now that I have a little baby to get into the spirit of the season. I hope you don't look back later and be too embarrassed, but I guarantee that for at least a couple of years, you're going to love it.