
One of my favorite things in the whole world is in the morning after Olivia has had her bath, and I wrap her up in her soft yellow towel, and hold her little body. We rock in the big pink chair and she just lays there, so soft and cuddly, and doesn’t move. And we just look at each other, spell bound. Baby Olivia is so perfect & beautiful, I am overwhelmed that she’s mine.
Your Frank-Capraesque Christmas story made me cry just like your mom. It shows that you’re not only talented, but you have a heart too. No wonder Mr. Rosett was touched by it.