My Dearest Lucy,
I'm "penning" this letter to remind you of how much I do love you. And since you're perched on my bed, sighing heavily over my shoulder implying that it's time to go to bed (heaven forbid you go all by yourself), I know you're reading this. So I'll proceed to tell you how sweet I think it is that you've started to carry one of my new slippers around with you. I love putting them on only to find one of them all wet and slobbery from the licks you give it while laying in your patch of sunshine over by the kitchen table.
I'm also going to tell you how sweet you are to wait outside C.J.'s door for him while he naps, yet how foolish I really think it is as you haven't figured out yet that it's a good 1-1/2 to 2 hours you could be spending enjoying all by yourself. As in away from the boy who colors on you with markers and puts fake berries from our Christmas tree in your water bowl. As in, away from the boy who drives you nuts for the other 10 hours he's awake and laying on you, hoping one day you'll finally "wrestle Lucy!" with him. That's why when you whine and get all snarly with him.