Annie's birthday is the time we re-discover the journals we started for her days after learning I was pregnant. The words on the pages are a never-ending source of comfort, entertainment and sadness, our baby growing up so fast. I love reading what David writes, about the expansion of his heart, or a rant on the world he knows his child is entering into.
One day Annie will treasure every word her father has written her, the silly ones, the sweet ones, and the words that I've posted below, (Written before she was born,) pure David.
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