Spit Up On My Sweater
Today I took you to the mall for the first time. You were starving in your stroller, so after I finally got you to settle down and managed to mix your formula with one hand, you only ended up drinking 2 ounces instead of 7 or 8. You were SO enthralled by all the energy and people to see at the food court. You were so excited by all the lights and sounds, you didn't even care about your bottle (which seems to be your only vice these days).
Last year at this time your dad and I were just waiting...waiting to start officially waiting. It was one of the most miserable periods of my life. How things have changed in a year. I cried a lot last Christmas, but I cry more now. Of course, these are a different kind of tears. I see you smile and me and make your "shy" face, and I just can't believe you're ours. The other day I cried 5 times - just looking at you. Tears of joy, son.
I love you Levi.