Forrest.
This boy makes me happy everyday. I know he will live up to his name and be strong and tall and important to the earth. Terrible twos? Not for him. Each night, he signs I LOVE YOU when we say our nighty night ritual, with his little pinky finger trying to stay straight. I just melt over how cute he is. It is bittersweet to see him growing up into boyhood, as his baby smell and looks are quickly fading away. I still remember the baby smell and I treasure it very closely to my heart. In all, Forrest is happy as anyone can be. I am so blessed that I get to be your mommy, Forrest.
