Dear Isabella,
This morning I got up and ran an 8K. You also participated. You ran the Little Gobbler Run. You were the smallest child there. You looked so cute in your Puma track suit and tennis shoes. You even sported the cutest little ponytail. I'm sure that you're going to love running some day. Sadly, you didn't love it this morning. You cried and got scared, so we ran the race together.
Actually, you love doing EVERYTHING with me. This morning you wore an outfit like mine, wore your hair like mine, put on way too much blush (unlike me) , took a bath with me, ate lunch while seated on my lap, stole some sips of my Diet Coke, and wore just a necklace just like mine.
You are the sweetest little mini-me.
I love you.
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