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 Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 11:20 am
Dear Mattie,
I love it when we go for a hike and you suddenly stop and close your eyes and put your arms out. Then I wonder just what you are thinking.
I love it when you make too many pancakes because you get too carried away and then we feed the leftovers to the birds.
I love it when you get confused. It is adorable.
I love it when you wrap your strong arms around me and kiss my neck and whisper french in my ear. you are so much more romantic than that darn Frenchman could ever be because you don't try too hard like he does.
I love it on those rare ocassions when you get overly passionate about something. Your eyes light up and you look hot.
You don't have to be like America to be MY hero.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 11:53 pm
Dear Matthew I hate it when you fight wih your brother then again knock his lights out.
I hate it when you forget to return my waffle iron I need it!
I hate it when leave animals in my front yard Matthew a moose is eating roses.
I hate it when you pretend to be piano I need my actual piano.
I hate it when don't eat my food America won't eat it.
I hate it when pour maple syurp on everything my furniture is sticky.
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