My boy. Emery turned a year old earlier in December. We were a little late in celebrating, but I don’t think he noticed.
I love this boy. He is up about 7:00 each morning Ready To Go. He wakes up happy and full of energy, in contrast to his sister who needs a moment to wake up even if she sleeps longer. He is Loud. Goodness, this boy can make noise. He has a theory that all items should be on the floor instead of on tables. Everything goes in his mouth; he’ll eat just about anything. It makes his day if someone feeds him ice cream. One of my favorite things to do with him is tickle him until he’s laughing real, joyful, chuckles. He loves his sister, grandparents, and just about anyone who will hold him. He loves music and clapping and has this incredibly cute wiggly thing he does with his head. He climbs on things, is starting to walk, but prefers to crawl quickly to get where he’s going, which is everywhere. One of the best moments of the day is when he sees Daddy on the phone while we’re video chatting. His face lights up and he smiles and shows his dimples; it’s a reaction that nothing else can get out of him. I love it.
Emery, it’s been quite a first year of life. You bring us so much joy. It will be a privilege to watch and help you grow up. Always know you are loved.