Dear William, heart of my heart, happy clapping dancer, eater of leaves, seeker of dust bunnies,
You are my little dare devil, my napping baby, my chubby boy. You are growing every day, and I am so, so proud of your sweet, smiling face. You are my best eight months. You are God's love in 30 inches. We are so happy He gave you to us.
You just woke up from your nap. You fell asleep sucking on a paci and it left a perfect imprint on your mouth.