Dear Cole--
I admire your sweetness, your exuberance, your determination. And I slightly envy the love you have for people and things--no need to discriminate now--they are all worthy.
Loaders. Backhoes. Excavators. Tractors. Meat. Olives--like your grandfather. Blueberries and blueberry bushes. Busy People. Boats. Books. Kids and people. Your sister. Babies. Nakedness. Blankies and ice cream. Words--such as "Whatzitmean?" and bike trailer. Screaming and flinging your body to the floor (added after today, particularly grumpy). These things are important to you.
Oh. And keys and electricity. You started a small electrical fire the other day--maybe I should keep this information to myself. But some day you might appreciate it.
I love you Cole. Happy second year of life. Also, please forgive me for not cutting your hair.
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