My Girls.

Dear Little Girls:

Nothing makes me happier than when you are all together.

All four of you.

Nothing.

And why don't at least two of you have the same hair color?

And I know Mesa High is beloved to all of us,

but remember, we are in Puma country now.

We need to get some new t-shirts.

So they know we are serious about

being Pumas.

And please always play together.

No matter how old you get.

No matter how much you irritate each other.

When you are together, spend time laughing and playing.

Promise me.

xoxoxo,

Mom