He's got a goose egg on his forehead right now because he's learning to walk and is a little bit like a drunken sailor. Cuter than cute though and so stinking proud of himself. He says dada and ball and uh-oh. He sings and dances and matches pitch with the trombone when Aden is playing. He snuggles and falls asleep on my chest watching tv. He puts things inside of other things. He carries ordinary objects like a plate or a pillow around like they are treasures and offers them to us with big smiles and twinkling eyes and generosity. He is my little love.
He has given us the desire for more little blessings - more of THIS.

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