Dear Son,
You have a red Radio Flyer tricycle. It's actually not even technically a tricycle - as it has no peddles. But it looks like a tricycle, you just push along the floor to move it.
Cute thing:
You call it "my motorcycle."
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A collection of one single Mom's images and musings in simple letters to her new baby boy, beginning before he was ever born, continuing day by day.
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