Thirty

Dear grace,
Today you bumped into everything. You crawled into your bedroom door, into your crib bars and fell down on stair at grandma Elaine's house. I was a tough day for you, bu you were a champion. You bit through your lip and cried for maybe forty seconds.
You didn't get a morning nap bacause we were playing and having so much fun at grandmas, I've been sewing you a quiet book and I hope you like it. I'm not much talent with the needle or machine, but I'm trying my best to create the fantastic ideas in my brain onto felt and buttons and ribbons and glue.
Tis evening you were adorable, we rocked in your rocking chair and I sang to you, you laid your little head against my chest and hummed along, letting me play itch your curly hairs and rubbing your back. Every once in a while you would turn your cheek and look up at me and smile. I i stopped singing you would sit up and look at me and make some noises to remind me that I needed to keep singing please. You are so very sweet. I can't wait until of can tell me all the things you are trying to say now. You are standing by yourself but you don't know it yet, and you crawl so fast! We got you a little Easter basket that is shaped like a Duckie, you put it on your head and our feet and hands were a blur you were so excited.
I love you so much my little girl
Mom