A Moment of Reflection

Colson, you're now two years old. I don't remember life before you; I certainly know that it was not nearly as full and rich as it is now. You fill each day with smiles, laughter, and joy. Right now, you love Frisbees, balls, going to Grammy's house, Little Gym, jumping on the couch, animal crackers, Little Einsteins, the letter "O," music, and your stuffed Winnie the Pooh. I am praying for you and can't wait to see what this coming year holds for you, my sweet boy.