letter to baby.

Dear Baby,

Your dad and I have been married for a year and a half and yesterday was the first time he saw me tie my shoes. He laughed at me. And told me I did it weird.

And I told him that he better get use to it because that's how you'll be tying your shoes; I'm going to teach you.

He insisted that he'll be doing the teaching, and that if I try to interfere, he'll just reteach you. We're going to have to settle this issue before you reach shoe tying age. That kind of inconsistency would not be good for you.

And then there's the whole issue of how you'll make your tacos. And your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

I'll let you take after him with the tacos (because let's be honest, he does make them better), but take my advice on the PB&J: peanut butter on both sides, jelly in the middle. Trust me on this.

And please trust me when I say that you are heaven sent. And that your dad and I love you to pieces already.

We will always be here for you. Even in matters as trivial as how to make a good taco.