Dear Abigail, The other night as we were pulling into the garage, you unbuckled your seatbelt and tiptoed up to my seat and said, “Mom? Can I tell you a secret?” I cheerily replied “Sure!” and then you dropped your truth with a giggle: “It’s really scary to tell your crush you like them.” <blink>…

Dear Abigail, Today you are four. Yesterday I spent a goodly portion of the afternoon down a rabbit hole of old pictures, mostly those we captured the first year of your life. I am not wistful for those days, though they did lend themselves a certain simplicity I obviously couldn’t understand at the time. With…

Dear AG – YOU ARE TWO. Well, as of this writing, two and three days. As seems to be the case lately, I’m running a bit behind. I just spent the past twenty minutes, wasting perfectly good writing time as you sleep, looking at a collection of pictures I took throughout this year. Only one…