Sunday Star

Dear Son,

It appears that you have chosen Sunday's to be your day to shine. Last Sunday evening while completing an assignment for school, I heard your grandmother call out for me. I rushed into the room where the two of you were, and thats when I saw it. You, up on all fours, inching along like a little worm!! I nearly killed myself rushing for the camcorder. I could not believe my eyes - my little man, crawling! Ok, ok . . . so maybe not crawling in the very traditional sense, but you were moving along none the less. So now, you are mobile . . . . one second I'll have my eye on you in the middle of your blanket in the floor, the next . . . you're off and up under the coffee table, or over toward the television. I can see now that perhaps those extra pounds may come off easier than I had expected chasing you around as I now am!

Then yesterday, (the following Sunday) . . . . while we were at church . . . I discovered something else you've gone and done: a tooth!!! Right there in your little mouth, just breaking the skin. I'm pretty blown away by this, considering you've shown none of the classic teething signs that the world had been preparing me for, with the exception perhaps of some serious drool.

It makes my heart smile Son, and break a little at the same time. Just days shy of six months old, and youre growing up so very fast.