Love More, Judge Less
Dear Timo, Every year on your birthday, I look at photos of you, and I marvel… and cry. Somehow, in the blink of an eye, you have gone from a 5 pound newborn to a 5 year-old boy. Beautiful at birth, delicate and serene, we fawned over your exquisite bone structure… which was quickly obscured
We were forced to slow down a bit last Monday due to a brief visit from a stomach bug and wicked bad allergies. Noah’s perfect attendance record for the year was shattered as he missed two days of school. (Let the record show, I would have sent him if he didn’t thrown up an hour before he had
For Big’s first birthday, I wrote him a love note and posted it on my personal blog at the exact time he was born. I’ve done this each of the three years since and for Little’s two birthdays so far, too. Someday they’ll look back at this blog as a record of their childhood —
