Dear Lydia,
I'm slightly hoping your a girly-girl juts because I am. Sometimes your a little bit like my baby doll. I doll you up and have been known to spend some money on your clothes. :) It's like mommies version of barbie. You don't like putting clothes on and sometimes I make you do it a couple times in one day, i apologize. I hope you don't have bad memories. You love shoes and you are always playing with them. I would think it was just because you know they mean you get to go outside but you put daddy's shoes on too but you defiantly cant walk in those. Especially since his flip flops end up on your ankles. Doing your hair is a small struggle but your a toddler. You have started asking me to put your bows back in instead of taking them out but if there is nothing to play with it is still the first thing to go. You try to put your headbands on too but it usually a mess. Whatever you grow up to be I just hope you always feel as beautiful as i think you are. With those bright blue crystal eyes and those gorge lips that love to kiss. Pretty much all the time your daddy and i talk about how much more beautiful you are than us, how you got the best of both of us. I love you girly. Always know how much you are worth. Don't cast your pearls before swine because you are our everything. We are so lucky your Heavenly Father picked us for you.
Love Mommy
Your first pony tail.
And everything always gets messed up in the car.
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