Dear Daughters,

I’m sorry I don’t have baby books for you all. I have loved your milky grins, curly-q hair and sparkling eyes. I’ve endured sleepless nights, potty training and baby proofing.

You are each very, very loved. Molly, Claire and Leah. So loved, really, even without the baby book, you are loved.

Here a just a few snapshots that will give you insight as to why you don’t have baby books.

Life is survival around here. I’ve spend a lot of energy just trying to give you a tomorrow, let alone write stuff down for you to remember tomorrow!

Eat or be eaten (by a giant dragon or get “hair-clipped” during a Sunday afternoon snooze.)

Love,

Jess