Oh, my sweet Bug. It had been so long since I'd seen you. Your brother is all over the place; rumor has it that he's even stood on his own for a second or two. Your hair is longer and curlier. When I arrived, you were eating sushi, and trying to figure out chopsticks. Are you really only 28 months old?
In the basement, you put on your dress-up clothes and told me you were as pretty as Dora. Then you pretended to cook me sushi (and I laughed at the irony). We even got to cuddle a bit while you decided which color cup you wanted your bedtime milk in.
I've missed you.