Dear Malin Reese, A couple months before you were born, I wrote a letter to you about your Mom. I put it in a small

Dear Malin Reese, Last night, before bedtime, you rolled your way from one edge of your room to the other. I laid in the middle
Dear Malin Reese, I have a large forehead. Bob Ross, the bearded painter with the creepy calm pedophile voice, could have used it in place