Happy Mozzi (due in May) Day!

You all know Casey, right? She writes a delightfully funny and real blog called moosh in indy. Perhaps you've heard of it?

I started reading Casey's blog at least three years ago. I hadn't even started my blog back at that point, but I was regularly stalking reading a few blogs, especially hers.

Casey and I couldn't be more different.

She's married. I'm not.

She's a mom. I'm an awesome faux-auntie and former-nanny.

She writes about her beautiful daughter(s) and her struggle with depression. I write about my struggles in ordering 5 pairs of shoes online. (See, we both help people!)

She's a Mormon. I'm a Catholic.

She lives in Indiana. I live in Indiana. (MATCH!)

She is an amazing Photographer. I buy cameras and pretend to know how to use them.

She is very patient while I ask her how to operate my camera and what to buy. I am camera-dumb.

She has very cool boho style. I own enough leopard print to make the Jersey Shore cringe.

She makes the internet laugh and cry and laugh and cry some more. I want to link to a billion more posts of hers that I love but I have logged a nearstalkerish amount of time on her site in the past day three years but there's just so much to love.

My point is: Casey is a super-cool, super-sweet lady who invited me (an internet stranger) into her living room to shake the baby with a few rounds of Just Dance 2. I think that sums her up nicely.

(Many thanks to punkinmama for the twitpic).

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Dear Mozzi,
(Casey's unborn baby, for those of you not in the know)
Since before you were even in existence, I know your mom has prayed and wished for you and loved you. You are a pretty lucky kid. Your big sister is cute and funny and super-smart so you should know you've really lucked out in the family lottery. Plus, you've got the gorgeous curly-hair gene. Lucky girl!

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Dear Casey,
If I haven't freaked you out with my internet stalkerishness... I am very glad you decided that I was probably not a crazy internet psycho. I am thrilled about Mozzi's impending arrival. You're already a fabulous mother to the sweetest, sassiest little girl I've ever met and I can't articulate how excited I am for your family. Go ahead and open Mozzi's present. (And apologies in advance that I got more excited to give Mozzi something instead of a gift for you. I just saw all the tiny baby stuff and had a shopping meltdown.)

(Obviously I had to make sure Mozzi was introduced to the joys of leopard print early. Casey should be thankful I didn't buy this.)
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Dear Emily,
We should all be lucky to have such an amazing best friend. It takes someone pretty awesome to pull a huge project together. I owe you a margarita.