Thursday, October 15, 2009

Dear Logan...

Dear Logan,

You will often lay in my lap and look up at me. I can really see your blue eyes, but what others can't see are the flecks of brown that are mixed in with the blue. If I look for long enough, you start to giggle and cover your face like you are embarrassed. You bat your mile-long eyelashes at me and are ready to move on to something else. That's fine, because you gave me just a little time to gaze into those sweet blue eyes with brown flecks that are half me, and half your Dad.

Love, Mommy.

1 comment:

  1. Oh Lindsay that was so sweet. I love you blog.