Monday, October 15, 2012

The brother jar

Dear Baby,

Every day, all day long, when Finn spots a coin on the ground he picks it up and comes running to me. "For my brudder" he says, holding the coin up for me to see. He's always so proud of himself and so excited to show me.

If we're home we run to the office and pull down the jar on the bookshelf. We make a grand affair out of saving our pennies for you. If we're out he puts the coin in his pocket for safe keeping.

We've been doing this every day for almost a year now.

Aunt Lyndsie and Bentlee had a jar too, so now we have two almost full baby brother jars on our little bookshelf in the office. Waiting to be cashed in.

Of course, if you're a sister we'll have a little crossing out to do, but really, we don't care if you're a brother or a sister, son or daughter. All that matters is that you're you. We'll love you all the same.

Counting pennies and dreaming of you.

Hugs and love.


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