dearest chicken,
yesterday you turned 9 calendar months old. i cannot understand how this happened. as i watch you crawl and creep and jump up and down and laugh and feed yourself big boy food and pull your socks off, i realize that you are growing up so fast. i think the only thing that hasn't changed is the fact that you still have no hair. but that's okay... your bald little head is quite endearing :-)
one of my favorite things that you do when you are happy is screech. at. the. top. of. your. lungs. it is hilarious! your joy just pours out of you. i hope that you will always feel that joy and never be afraid to express it. always live your life as an exclamation, not an explanation, sweet boy!
tomorrow is thanksgiving, and my gratitude for you is at the tippy-top of my list.
happy 9 months + 1 day, chicken!!!
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Sweet little bald sapling...same smile! Same joy!
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