To my son

The day that you were born on was technically spring, but it has snowed probably 8 inches of wet snow the day before. It has felt like a long, long winter, but we know spring is finally approaching if for nothing other than that warmth has returned to the sunlight. When your grandmother's water broke for your mother, she was making blueberry pancakes. On the day you decided to make your arrival (one week late!) your mom knew that something was happening. To continue the tradition I made blueberry (and banana) pancakes. Days that start off with maple syrup are good days.

We're still getting to know you, but we can tell that your sister loves you very much. This is hard for her - going from being the only child to having to share her world, her parents, with another is a challenge. I'm sure that she won't take it out on you for the rest of your life. Probably. Oh, and we love you very much too. The thought otherwise hadn't crossed my mind.

I'm asking this across time, but please forgive us for the mistakes that we will inevitably make. We'll do our best with the hopes that it will be good enough. Some times it might not be, but we are human after all.

Welcome to the family little man.

Naps are important at all ages