If you come visit me, I'll make you cinnamon rolls.

Dear Fleur.
Once in a rare blue moon our friends will randomly fix their schedules and come visit us. It's always crazy when they do it. Some people tell us they're coming. Some people don't(These people get in big trouble).
It is always amazing.
Everyone's visit is different. Sometimes it's softball and goodwill and parks. Sometimes it's pizza and kitchens and redbox. Sometimes it music and music and music. They are all different. And I love them all.
One time, Nat and Roger and Andrew all came to see us. That was a music trip. Lots of music. I usually don't like the music trips the best.
I don't do music.
But this was a good trip. Roger gave me a present. Well, actually, Roger gave me a person. I just call her a present.

When we first started going to Calvary Chapel, the Pastor couldn't for the life of him remember my name. He just couldn't. He would scratch his head and then pretend he remembered and say, Good morning Victoria.
He thought my name was "Victoria."
I thought that was hilarious.
He thought that for 6 weeks or something. Even though I corrected him.
He finally got it right a little while ago. I think he has it right. Actually, he doesn't say my name much. For all I know, I could still be Victoria in his head. And I'm o.k. with that.

Roger gave me the real Victoria.
And she's gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. She likes pastels. And making forts. And she speaks French. Gah. I love her. That's her, at the top of this post.
That's her.
And she's kind of already mine.
We might even meet. We might even meet next weekend. I am going to where she lives. I really want to meet her. I really want to kiss her on the cheek and tell her I love her.
Because I do.
I love her.

She has brown eyes. I adore brown eyes.
Love Bella.