Bradley is starting to read. He loves to get letters from family back home. He is a sponge. He soaks up everything we and others teach him, but he never gets rung out - he retains all of it. Oh, here is a funny story. He loves to type on the computer, and he was playing around and typed a bunch of commas. I told him what they were, and a little while later he said to me,
"Mom, I typed some
commissaries." Now, for those of you who don't know - the
commissary is the grocery store for military personnel and their families. He couldn't remember the word for comma, and he has heard us talking about the
commissary a lot so that's what he called them. Anyway, it was funny! He is a wonderful little boy, and we just love to watch him learn. He is saying the prayer in primary next Sunday, and that is a little emotional for me. I cannot believe he is growing up so fast. Wes
asked if we can come listen to his prayer, and he said, "No, I only want my primary teachers and the primary kids there!"
Ahhh . . . I guess I'll have to stand at the door.
Bradley is starting to read. He loves to get letters from family back home. He is a sponge. He soaks up everything we and others teach him, but he never gets rung out - he retains all of it. Oh, here is a funny story. He loves to type on the computer, and he was playing around and typed a bunch of commas. I told him what they were, and a little while later he said to me, 
"Mom, I typed some commissaries." Now, for those of you who don't know - the commissary is the grocery store for military personnel and their families. He couldn't remember the word for comma, and he has heard us talking about the commissary a lot so that's what he called them. Anyway, it was funny! He is a wonderful little boy, and we just love to watch him learn. He is saying the prayer in primary next Sunday, and that is a little emotional for me. I cannot believe he is growing up so fast. Wes 
asked if we can come listen to his prayer, and he said, "No, I only want my primary teachers and the primary kids there!" Ahhh . . . I guess I'll have to stand at the door.
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Here's a letter to Bradley from me, since I can't mail him one.
Dear Bradley,
I miss you very much. I hope that I can see you at Christmas this year. I love you. When you go to the beach, will you build a sand castle for me?
Love,
Karina
Hey Karina, Bradley and I just read your letter. I said, "Isn't that cool, Karina typed you a letter?" He said, "She sent it on the computer? That's amazing!" Ha ha ha . . . you are so sweet.
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