I just finished that little container of vaseline that we bought when we came with you back to school. Little things make me think of you. Covering my crispy feet, for some reason, is one of them.
What makes you think about me?
blowing your nose? getting in the tub and washing your neck?
I miss you and your quick wit to make a catastrophe seem like a joke. That is you.
I love and miss you and hope that the math facts aren't kicking your butt too much. Love and kisses, mommy
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