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Dear Allison

Dear Allison, 
When your dad went elk hunting with Gabe in Colorado for a week I wrote him letters on our family blog so I didn't forget to tell him important things. I thought to myself... Why not write to you!?? 

You are an incredibly loving little (big) girl. Out of the blue, you tell us 'love you' or 'you're the best mom I've ever had!' Or calling us sweet little nicknames like 'cream puff,' or 'rockstar Mom,' 'Mr. Strong Daddy.' 
You are starting to cuddle with me. I know this sounds crazy but you have always kept your snuggles to your Dad. You have never been able to stay still when you're next to me. I'm loving it and especially last night you offered to cuddle while we watched Tangled (great movie- even your dad likes it and wanted to finish it after you went to bed! LOL). 
You are still a daddy's girl too but I will tell you that my time off work last year is starting to show. Our bond is that of what I thought I was supposed to feel right after you were born. The way we connect is based off of us knowing and loving each other so much. We have spent a lot of time together lately in the height of your personality development. You have become reflective in the past few months. Without me prompting you, you will say things like, "remember yesterday when I wasn't being so nice to you? I'm sorry, Mom. I won't do that again." This makes me feel good because at times I was probably taking your moodiness too personally. 
I love us and our ever changing relationship. I hope we will always be close knowing that it may look different over the years but that you will always know I'm crazy about the way you are put together!! 
I love your face Shmoogly Bear! 
Your Mama



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