this one is for you brother....
although far away, my children beg to see you and your new bride.
why, just last night my little hella was up to her fantastic torture tactics kick boxing mine and s.mac's head at 3:30 A.M.
while drifting in and out of sleep, i was startled to hear her say in her sleep:
"camn, toys, funny, camn, toy, ella, funny." she was giggling in her sleep, over and over.
alternating the above mentioned words repeatedly. it all made sense at that point. s.mac and my heads were the object of this funny dream, the toys she was playing with you, how delightful.
please come soon, replace this kick boxing memory with another more peaceful one.....