Dear Victor,
Yesterday felt like the first day of fall. It was crisp and fresh out, with low-hanging clouds and a cool breeze.
We sat in the backyard for a few minutes. I think you saw your first ant, at least the first you really examined. And, being a boy, you tried to eat your first bark (your pincher grip is getting good).
I've always loved fall, and I love being free to savor it in a fresh way with you. You get absorbed in exploring the texture of cement with your fingertips and then hear a car passing and up pops your head, peering to see through the slats of the fence.
Seasons change, baby. Daddy just came and whispered to me that you are standing up in the corner of your crib, evidently not dropping off to sleep quite yet. You can stand up now, and it won't be long before you're toddling around, making our lives more interesting yet.
God changes the seasons and times. So we must trust Him, when it's refreshing and sweet and when it's baffling and hard.
Love you, baby.
Go to sleep.
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