The Eagle

Dear Liza,

After riding on the jet, you became enthralled with all winged things. You noticed the weather vane in Grandpa and Nana's yard almost immediately and called it a jet, until someone told you it was actually an eagle. "Eggull" became your word of choice those five days. Despite the heat and humidity, you liked nothing better than to be out in the yard blowing kisses at the eggull. And if you were inside, you were standing at the window chanting "eggull, eggull" over and over to anyone who was listening. Whenever we mention Grandpa and Nana now, you are quick to remind us of your beloved eggull.

       Love, Mama