Dearest,
I cannot bear to see you toddling around for very long before I must scoop you up in my arms and hug and kiss you. I can only last a few minutes without breathing in the white gold of your smooth, fine hair. You smell like sweet bread, fresh from the oven, warm and wonderful.
I am holding on as tightly as I can to these days. You are a gift that I am always opening- a present I marvel over every single day. If ever you aren’t sure of this world, if ever you feel lost and uncertain, you can know this: I have cherished every moment of your life, and I always will.
Love,
Mama
WonderGirl and the Sift 
Lorelei
You write so beautifully about your children, WonderGirl! And you inspire me to be a better mommy. 🙂
Aunt Vickie
oh, so sweet… I wish i was there for some of those hugs and kisses…
amy v
oh my…sounds like there’s going to HAVE to be a Trisler #6! Precious pics, we missed you guys…just got home from our Mississippi adventure. So far, the children have no accents, but you never know!
Dolly
I have always loved the earthly, yeasty smell of my children. Glad I’m not the only one that thinks that smell is heavenly.
KW
Ahhhhh You are a wonderful Mom! Your son is precious.
Brittany
Waaaaah. Shannon, your posts make me cry on a regular basis.