Dear Brooklyn,
Once upon a time, your dad and I decided to take you for a ride in the car to see that Las Vegas lights.
As we drove down the Strip you looked out the window and oohed and ahhed.
You were mesmerized by all the flashing lights and endlessly tall buildings.
"Mom, look at that." "Dad, look over there."
At one particullarly bright and beautiful point you turned to me and said "Mom, I belong here."
I laughed and laughed. Your innocence and wonder are addicting.
Then, as the night wore on, you fell asleep staring out at a world you couldn't wait to conquer.
And I again marveled at you.
The End.
Sincerely, Lori
