You are the best. I love you. You are my best friend. I like playing with you because you're funny and because you wrestle me. You are adorable.
Oh, we're very into spring, this year. It's Louisey's first! Imagine that. A very first spring! She's been content to sit in her little swing on the porch for hours, closing her giant brown eyes against the breezes. In fact, I'll start to feel like I'm neglecting her, or maybe I'm just being selfish and I want to hug her chubby little body in my arms, so I'll take her out of her swing to snuggle, and she twists around in my arms, reaching back for it, eventually crying until I put her back in and give her a little push.