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
Tag: joy
One of my favorite things to do now that Jake is older (3 and a half- that’s big, people), is to take him on play dates. We’re kind of new to the play date scene, as I was pregnant with Livvy last summer, so we didn’t get out much aside from a Dairy Queen drive thru trip,