Dear M.,

Sometimes when I just want to hold you and hug you and snuggle you fuss up a storm and flail until I let you go. I should immediately let you go, because you usually turn right back around and give me a top-shelf hug. You've always been that way, and I bet you always will be.

You might have to remind me of this when you're a preteen, though, okay?

Love,
Mama