Summer is a time for relaxing, helping Ma and Pa on the farm, getting some sun, swimming and...going reading. My daddy told me about how Grandma D used to take him the the Jackson Public Library to do summertime reading. He is starting me early on the books, but the Carnegie Branch is far far away from my house.
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza. But I got it under control. My booty is small, but practical.
My Aunt Erin made an appearance from the O.C. to visit. We had some fun, ate some food, and took a dip in my sweet watering hole.
I hope you are all well. I have been in a bit of a tizzy lately. Dad says menopause. Mom says I'm a pistol. I can't put my finger on what's the cause of my rowdiness, but I'll say that I sure have a powerful set of lungs. Grandpa Steve will be proud to hear me belt out my really high E notes.
We are missing you all these days. Mom and Dad are telling me that we will probably see you at Christmas time and by then I should be able to run like the wind. My legs are getting stronger and my fear is little to none. I fall and get up, I crawl up stairs, and I dare gravity to pull me off the edge of Mommy's bed.
Please continue to keep our family in your prayers! We have had a very interesting year; Mommy and Daddy say that we all need to stay strong and faithful and that every breath of every day for everyone happens for a reason. Sometimes you don't know why and you may never know why, but stay the course.
Until we converge, shalom!
Daddy's been teaching me Hebrew!
