I know I keep changing the voice of this blog, but now I figure that I’m really writing this blog to you, my precious little girl. Not really anyone else, even though they’re welcome to read it.

So you met your G-Pa/Gung-Gung (grandfather on the mother’s side in chinese) for the first time July 9, 2006. He’s a Harley Davidson bike riding man from head to toe. A big guy with a big heart. He’s one of the most kind hearted man I’ve ever met. He tells the greatest stories and loves fishing. I wish he lived closer to us so you could be around him more.

He came down with your Auntie Mary and her son’s, your cousins, who also met you for the first time. They all thought that you were beautiful. Which is totally true. And I bet you still are. It’s your mother in you, even though people say that you look like me. It was the first time you’ve been around so much of your mother’s side of the family, since most of them live so far from us. It was nice having all of them over.

From left to right, Malia, you in Mommy’s arms, Uriah, Auntie Mary, Bo, Julius, Jared and Trey.