Dear Laney,
Today, you went cross-country skiing with your dad. He wore you on his back in a backpack and the dogs pulled you down the road. As you scooted out of the driveway, I heard your dad yell, "We're movin' now, Pumpkin!!"
When the two of you got back, you were both so glowing and excited and giggly...and sweaty.
You had to air out for a minute.
I never imagined there could be someone who'd love snow sports as much as your Dad, until I went and gave birth to one.
Love,
Mom
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