The time from your birth to now has flown by. You are 11 weeks old today. As I start this letter, you are sleeping next to me on the couch. I marvel at how small you are and yet how big you’ve become in such a short amount of time. You were six pounds, nine ounces at birth and you are now close to 12 pounds. Your fingers are still so small that I sometimes worry I will break a bone. It would seem these first 11 weeks have been a lesson in love, of falling in love, and nothing more.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Our little hometown has become very festive for the holidays. Everyone has decked their lawns with boughs of Christmas lights and inflatable Santas. Well most everyone. We believe “sometimes less is more” and expanded this to “sometimes nothing is everything”. When Ezra is older he may want us to decorate the outside of our house for the holidays, but I suspect Piper would prefer we didn’t.