The Littlest Doper[sup]TM[/sup]!!!
He turns one today. I am the proudest papa in the world.
Well, at least he’s got one thing going for him;)
Give him a hug and a beer for me:D
Happy birthday, TLD!
He’s awful cute…you sure he’s yours? (Yeah, I know it’s an old joke, but I haven’t had my coffee yet)
Well crap!!
For the past year (starting the day he was born) I’ve been keeping a journal of sorts. Every day or so, I write a little letter to him in a journal. Most of them are short letters about how he’s developing but some are longer for example the multi-page letter explaining why he was given his names. This will be (one of) his birthday present.
At any rate, today’s letter will be the last in the journal. I’m trying to write a letter to him telling him how much he is like his grandfather and his great uncle (after whom he was named). Half way through the letter I have to stop because I’m getting misty remembering them and focusing on how they live in my son.
Those of you who have met me know that I’m probably the last person to get all sentamental and what-not, but this is hitting me very hard in the heart. I had to take a break from the letter. (That’s why I’m here again.)