Dear Canon,
One year ago this morning your tiny body heaved it's first mighty cry to let the world know you were here...and planning to stay. Oh, how small you were, but how thankful we were that you made it to be that big. So many in our situation start oh so much smaller than you.
Here we are, a year later, and you are currently unloading the utility closet. I guess the sock drawer that you were working on a minute ago just felt too juvenile, and you were ready to graduate to heavy machinery. But now, sandpapering the kitchen floor with has been abandoned for some lap time.
You seem to have recovered your difficult start, now if I can just follow your example. I love you baby boy. I can't imagine life without you.
always,
momma
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