Daddy and I saw your today and you are so much bigger and you look like a curled up butterfly with fast beating wings for a heartbeat. You are perfect and here you are:
Your father tried to stuff this printout into his shirt pocket and get away with it! He wanted to keep it because I got the last one and he wants picture of you. I understood and found it nice, but I shut his ass down anyway. Daddy also got teary at the indignity of my being on the exam table with my little napkin to cover my unmentionables. It was sweet. He is bringing home steak calzone as we speak. Sweeeeeeet.
Did you enjoy your first concert last night? Chris ran man many yellow lights on the way there, bad:
Haha sorry for that loud raucous of German metal music fronted by nymph-like blonde woman. But it was a better alternative to being trapped here while the apartment complex threw a huge hipster party ripe with horrible techno and miniskirts. Everyone as the concert was really friendly and talking the strangers around them about all the metal concerts they had seen. Chris described it like being at church: a lot of people gathered in unity to celebrate something he doesn't quite get. Yes, you're a heathen. But I am hoping to find god before your arrival! :)
Nightwish
Calzone. I hope you enjoy!
Mama
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