It's hard to believe that it's already been a year since I went back to work. One of the best parts of that decision is that you've gotten to spend time with the wonderful Mrs. Angie.
You love going to her house. You get excited about the dogs and the cat, your friends, Angie's car, the snacks, the hugs, the music, the fun, the big kids. There really isn't anything there you don't like, except maybe when we make you leave.
You say a lot of words. You say Mama/Mom and Daddy/Dada, which means us, but also means any adult you see. You say Baby for yourself and any other small person. The only person in this world lucky enough so far to get their own name from you is Angie; you call her Nanny. While some people might think that sounds like the job title - nanny - I think it reminds me more of the word our friends in New Orleans use for their godmother: Nanny.
We are all so lucky to have "Nanny" Angie. And you are the luckiest of all.
Love,
Mom
