Caleb: We sat on the couch and you read 4 books to me while you tried to meet your BOOK IT 100-page requirement the night before it was due. You are your father's son. Half-way through the 3rd book you said, "I think I'm starting to love reading Daddy!" You are your father's son.
Leah: I absolutely love how independent you are. You rarely let me help you with getting dressed or ready for bed anymore. I know that it'd be easier (quicker) to do things for you myself, but you've taught me the importance of letting you work things out for yourself.
Elizabeth: You still seemed a little ill today. No worries--you just burrowed down into my arms most of the day. I hope you get back to your joyful, constant smiling and happiness, but I do love when you sit still enough for me to hold you.
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