In appreciation

Lincoln is at a great age. He communicates mostly with grunts and finger points and enjoys nothing more than pulling himself up on solid -- or sometimes not so solid -- objects. He smiles when he sees me and reaches out for hugs when I walk in the door. He sleeps through the night and naps like a champ. He adores his sister and his cat and likes to push anything that slides around on a hardwood floor. But most of all, he fits perfectly on my shoulders -- not too heavy, not too squirmy. Just perfect, son.