Yesterday made Tollie three months old. He had breakfast with G'Rod and G'Ro, buttermilk waffles and a bottle of milk, accordingly. He shared lunch with Poppy John and Grammy Sandy at a local pizza place. And then he helped deliver fried chicken to Grandpa Tim and Grandma Jan for dinner.
At the end of a busy day, the beginning of his fourth month here, I whispered in his ear: You are so loved.