14May 1985
Val,
I started working at a daycare today. Isn't that crazy? I guess you don't need any qualifications to do this sort of thing. I don't know why I ever thought I should go to college for it. Seems a bit silly, now that I'm here.
There's a little girl here that I absolutely adore. I love all the kids, of course—some of them more than others, because some of them drive me crazy—but this girl really has my heart. Her name is Olivia, and she's got these big, blue eyes. I swear, they're even bluer than yours. They're almost too blue to be real; like a clear sky or blue bells or the ocean on a sunny day . . . all those clichés. And she's got this brown curly hair. Not just curly—ringlets. She's only about three or four, so she's still getting a hang of talking, but she sounds so s
