Happy Birthday, Preston

I don't know how it happened, but somehow these last 12 months have come and gone, and I now have a one year old. A one year old who loves to point to the light whenever you ask him where it is. Who loves to grab at your face when you have glasses on, and proudly say "glasses" as he tries to rib them off your face. Who will point and say, "hat", whenever one is on your head. Who loves his "nanas" and, as vivid as day, called out, "banana" when he saw one at church a few Sundays ago. Who is still crazy obsessed with dogs, and will get giddy and squeal with delight whenever one is in sight. Who loves to drink his "wah wah" (water) whenever he gets thirsty. Who occasionally will say "please" to anything and everything you're eating when he wants some, too. If please isn't said, it's usually a scream, in the form of a tantrum. Who has nearly mastered standing on his own, but won't let himself take any steps solo. Who points to everything and wants to know what it is, or tell you what it is. And best of all, we have a little boy who think thinks he's the funniest thing around and loves to laugh at himself, constantly.

Happy one year baby boy, we're sure smitten by you!