The good/bad day.

Dear Lydia,

First our day was going like this.

You even thought it was funny when you pulled your headband over your nose.

you never think thats funny. 

Then you fell off the bed. We both cried. Im so sorry you got hurt. I never want to watch you get hurt again. I Love you. I couldn't catch you (though i tried) but i picked you up. I will always pick you up, sometimes i might even be able to catch you. I'll be hoping for the latter. I hugged you for what seemed like forever and then i let you fall asleep on my chest, we just laid there for hours.

Love Mom