Eleven

It's amazing. My tiny little peanutty baby boy, the one we couldn't name for hours, is 11. He's still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.



Daniel Charles, wow. You are so cool and fun. In wet shorts, towel, and spiky hair galore smiling in Nana's kitchen for your birthday party...it's just another reason Mama loves you just the way you are.

No explanations for child shoveling cake in her mouth.