Dear Milka,
When you were fifteen months old, Sammy went to Houston for a few days, and we ate bananas with chocolate almond butter, went swimming, and played that game where you try to rip my nose off my face. Also, there was that time you called a homeless man with long hair "mama." Memories!
I love you!
Mama
P.S. It is now officially less than one month until our BALKANS TRIP 2012. Hooray!
P.P.S. Remind me to put some clothes on you tomorrow.
P.P.P.S. Croatia! Soon! Croatia!
When you were fifteen months old, Sammy went to Houston for a few days, and we ate bananas with chocolate almond butter, went swimming, and played that game where you try to rip my nose off my face. Also, there was that time you called a homeless man with long hair "mama." Memories!
I love you!
Mama
P.S. It is now officially less than one month until our BALKANS TRIP 2012. Hooray!
P.P.S. Remind me to put some clothes on you tomorrow.
P.P.P.S. Croatia! Soon! Croatia!
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