Eight Months

Whitman turned eight months old yesterday.

He has been such a precious, precious gift to us. Watching my older boys embrace this new baby with nothing but love in their hearts for him has made Whit's entrance into our family joyously wonderful.

Their love and care for him and our shared joy over Whit's every accomplishment have bonded our family into this very close knit party of six.

I could signify his eight month birthday with a picture of him smiling.

Or laughing.
Or crying.
Or eating.
Or playing with his feet.
Or waking up.
Or going to sleep.

But, when you're the youngest of four brothers, and you think they're the coolest, most amazing people in the world, your eight month-old face almost always looks just like this.