Hey beautiful girl,
You and your dad and your mom came and spent three days with us here in St. Louis. It was great having you here. You are a delight and you get more beautiful every time I see you.
The best part of having you guys here is that we get to share our lives and our city with you. We went to the City Market, to Ted Drewes, to Pho Grand, and to Blues City Deli. You and I and your dad took some long walks with our dogs, and we watched Yo Gabba Gabba and Dora together. It is wonderful spending time with you.
You also met our new dog, Stasha. She is what is called a Rescue Dog - meaning that she was locked up at the City Dog Shelter and if no one adopted her she would have to be destroyed. We love Stasha, but because she was treated very badly, she doesn't really know how to act right in a family. She acts very mean at times, and it is kinda scary. Mostly I think she is scared so she acts out. Anyway, we are trying to decide what to do with her.
Life is sometimes filled with hard decisions. And making those decisions is what life is all about....except if you're still a kid. When you are a kid, it is other people's job to make those decisions. And that is good and bad, all at the same time. It's good because as a kid, you don't have to figure everything out and make the hard choices. Someone else does that. It's bad because if you don't have someone who loves you, or knows how to love you, or if the people making the decisions don't love Jesus and know his way of doing things, then they don't usually make the best decisions.
You, young lady, are very fortunate having a mom and dad who not only love you, but who know how to love you, and who love Jesus and know his ways. You are going to hear that a lot - that you are "lucky" - and you will probably get tired of hearing it.
I mostly wanted to tell you to enjoy being a kid and not having to make all the hard choices yet. That time will come; don't be in too big a hurry, and enjoy having people around you who can make the best choices for you.
I love you Roo,
Pops
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