Dear Smokers: Please, for the love of Pete don't throw your cigarette butts into the street, especially on a windy day! Alan and I put out a fire along the street that started because someone did just that at lunch yesterday.
Dear Ewan: I am going to miss you so much while you are at your grandparents this week. I love you so much turkey head!
Dear Cecily: I cannot believe you are moving already! While you're not quite crawling, you definitely are moving. You're almost 8 months old, yet I feel like I just held you in my arms for the first time at the hospital.