To my sweet, second born son,
Before we met you, I honestly wondered how I could love someone as much as I did your brother. I shouldn’t have. The moment I heard you, I knew. I don’t know how it’s possible, but perhaps that’s a little magic. I wondered about how different you would be from your brother, and how the two of you would get along this first year. You were just as snugly as H, and I was so glad. You have a strong personality. You are willful. You are determined. The fact that you are three years younger than your brother doesn’t stop you from trying to do everything he does (and more). You have an thoughtful mind. You want to know how things work- why and how does this door close, where does the picture come from on the iPad, how did you just open that thing? It amazes and scares me how smart you seem to be. I fully expect you to start talking in full sentences one day soon, because your inflection mimics mine so closely, I can already tell what you want to say most of the time. You are adventurous, and so far, you don’t seem to know fear. You have yet to sleep more than 6 hours in a row. You keep me on my toes.
You are you, and I couldn’t ask for more.
