Dear Brooklyn,
On the way home from Rexburg the other day you were so, so, so tired.
But you were also so, so, so hungry.
So you did both.
At the same time.
It was so cute.
Your eyes were closed and you were so out of it but every once in a while you would take a bite of your pizza and slowly chew it up while you slept.
Eventually you woke up from your dad and I laughing at your cuteness and weirdness.
And if anyone asks: you get your cuteness from me and your weirdness from your dad.
I love you so much.
Sincerely, Lori
