Lincoln.....

Where do I even begin with Lincoln?

At the beginning....8 weeks early, only 4 lbs. 3 oz.

Probably not the easiest way to start off, right, Buddy? And now, one year later, past the twenty pound mark, crawling like a madman, eating everything I put in front of you, laughing at your brother and sister, squealing with delight whenever you see your mom, wrestling with your dad, five teeth, ten perfect fingers and toes, fuzzy blonde hair (blonde? where'd I get a blondie?), bright blue eyes, loving life! There is one thing I still can't figure out. You got all of those new toys yesterday for your birthday and today you are still desperately trying to splash around in the toilet. Ready to start potty training? Hmmm...

Happy Birthday, Lincoln. In the tradition of birthdays, I need to only say one nice thing about you since you are only one year old. Here I go....Lincoln, I am SO proud of you! Thank you for learning how to eat, and breathe for me. Thanks for coming home from the hospital before New Years, thanks for being so squishy now, thanks for figuring out how to sleep through the night, thanks for loving me. I love you, Lincoln.

Now, a few words about the birthday cake....he liked it. He really, really liked it. He ate it all and then later, when I was putting him to bed, it all came back. Yay! Happy Birthday. Enough said!

You've come a long way, Baby!