Thursday, January 2, 2014


Dearest Daughter,

Not sure if you remember when we made this for Nonny, you and I. We mixed up a tub of casting gel in a bucket in the middle of the kitchen floor, held hands, and plunged them in the goo.

And waited. You were so very patient and so careful not to move while the gel set. The we wiggled our fingers and inched out a tiny bit at a time. Not something I'd want to do every day, but the results were perfect.

And long after you are grown and I have become just a story in your head, we'll still be holding hands

Love, Daddy