Dear Fern,
Your dad gave you a rather fitting nickname recently.
Fern-ace. As in "furnace". It was just a play on words, but it's actually pretty accurate, because you've been heating me up like a little furnace these days.
Before I was pregnant I would sleep in sweats and t-shirts and could even comfortably fall asleep in a sweatshirt, but now....it's shorts and tank tops and it's almost December! I've even asked your dad to turn down the heat and open the windows on a few occasions, which is definitely saying something. Soon enough you'll learn about your daddy and his heat-miser ways. One day I'll have to tell you the story of how he turned off the breaker to our heat when we were first married. Yep. That's your dad. But, I sure do love him. In coldness or in warmth :). Love you Fern!
Love,
Mom & Dad
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