When I went to parent teacher conferences last night, this note was waiting for me in Sarah's work-to-look-at folder: November 7, 2008 Dear Mom and Dab, I love you. Love your especially best, loveist Sarah.  

There is just something about a toddler and sunglasses.  Maybe it's the not so secret desire to be like a movie star and be the center of attention.  Maybe it's how they believe to the core of themselves that they are most certainly glamorous and aren't afraid to show it.…

The days of grey skies, grey ground, grey trees, and a vast grey Lake Superior have arrived.  Inside, we huddle around our fireplaces more.  Our big fluffy fleece blankets get a workout as we snuggle together on the futon reading books more.  There are three down comforters on our bed,…