Dear Kennedy,

I love to watch your face while you watch cartoons,

and I love how red your hair is in the sun.

I love your cherry lips,

and the way you scrunch your nose up when you smile.

I love playing in the morning,

and how you tell Dad what to do.

I love that you love hats,

and that your tongue is always out.

I loved you from the start,

and I still love every piece of you.

Love, Mom