This post is dedicated to my sweetheart, Sloan.
Thank you for posing for pictures way before they are actually taken. It really helps that you freeze like a mannequin and won't respond to me or hold Ward so that I get really annoyed right before the picture.
Thank you for helping us narrow down our lunch options by forcing me to eliminate any restaurant with a name that rhymes easily. For example, when deciding between McDonald's or Chung's Teriyaki, I need only remember the twenty minute car ride of your rapping after we ate teriyaki last time:
Gimme dat food, gimme dat CHUNG'S
Slurp it down my gullet, not into my LUNGS
Hand me those noodles, put 'em in my MOUTH
Chew 'em up and swallow, now they're headed DOWN SOUTH
McDonald's it is.
Thank you for bringing Mikyn into my life. During these hard times when the media is a constant assault on young women's self-esteem, telling us to forsake our talents in order to pursue beauty at any cost, we women need to stick together. And having someone like Mikyn for us to look to helps us all remember that things aren't so bad for us. We could be doing a lot worse in the beauty department.
|Don't worry girls, the scary lady won't hurt you.|
Thank you for imparting so much of your knowledge during long car rides and visits to historical sites. If it weren't for you, I would've never known that chinchillas are technically considered bicurious, that Canadians call obese people "jelly bottoms," or that we were driving past the canyon in Oregon where Lewis and Clark were camping when they discovered that they could light their farts.
Thank you for always acting super normal with Ward in general. It's comforting to know that you're the person teaching him proper social interaction and decision making.
Happy three years, baby!
Here's to another three!