Pink is YOUR color, my dear Lucia!
I’m still thinking about our lively conversation Sunday afternoon. What a pleasure it is to hear you chatter/babble/speak clearly when we are together. You cannot know at this point in your life what pleasure you give all of us around you, but I sincerely hope that you will observe that joy for yourself before long.
How much fun that was monitoring the traffic, dogs, and pedestrians out in front of your home that afternoon. Why I think we even monitored the sunshine on that beautiful occasion. Your expressions (of all sorts) fill my heart and allow me to count the days until we can pick up that conversation once again. Next Sunday, you say? I’ll be there. You can count on it. Heck, I’ll even bring Grandma along so she can have the pleasure of your company, too. I send you my love…
Pink is YOUR color, my dear Lucia!
I’m still thinking about our lively conversation Sunday afternoon. What a pleasure it is to hear you chatter/babble/speak clearly when we are together. You cannot know at this point in your life what pleasure you give all of us around you, but I sincerely hope that you will observe that joy for yourself before long.
How much fun that was monitoring the traffic, dogs, and pedestrians out in front of your home that afternoon. Why I think we even monitored the sunshine on that beautiful occasion. Your expressions (of all sorts) fill my heart and allow me to count the days until we can pick up that conversation once again. Next Sunday, you say? I’ll be there. You can count on it. Heck, I’ll even bring Grandma along so she can have the pleasure of your company, too. I send you my love…