Hey sissy, Daddy keeps cutting down the trees. I know if you were here you'd be upset with him. We loved those trees and the way they smelled and how the things always got stuck to our shoes & our feet. Most of all he cut down our favorite tree. We used to swing on the lowest branch. It reminded us of the tree off of The Lion King. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you and I miss you more & more. Love you sissy, Stacy