43 month olds

Dear Elle,

Snow! Snow! Let it snow! You dig in the snow giggling happily as if you were a polar bear in your last life. Watching you laying in the snow shoveling white fluffies inside the bucket reminds mama of summertime you were on the beach.
You jump, stomp, messing the smooth blanket of snow in our front yard. Oh boy, it's hilarious to see you rolling on the cold icy driveway and inching on your tummy like an inchworm.
You and mama teamed up had a snow ball fight against papa. You barked, "Destroy!" as we chased after our target.
That day mama asked you what else you wanted for Christmas. You blurted out a whole slew of things, wishing for a pink heater, a pink kitchen, pink windows, pink mama, pink papa, and pink baby. All PINK!
When you need comfort, you say: "I need a huggie."

Love,
Mama