My Harry Bob

My little Harry Bob. Oh, how I love you. You made it! You are now a one year-old. Well done, kid.  You know that I call you Happy Harry because you always have the biggest smile. You are just determined to be happy. You want to be happy and your happiness is infectious.  Of course, when you are not happy, then you are NOT happy and everyone knows it. I think you came to earth with a big cry so that you could be heard and not forgotten. After all, you are #4 and your twin is a sister, the only sister.  This can make it tough for any little boy, but you seem to do just fine.

I think you have the prettiest little lips and sparkling, laughing eyes. Heavenly Father made you just perfectly.  And you are going to be so smart.  You get in to lots of stuff and you are always moving.  Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. Boy, do you wiggle! You have a strong body and a strong mind.  I know you are going to be a stalwart and brave man when you grow up.

How fortunate I am to be your mother! You had a rough beginning, but you have made up for it ten-fold. The world is yours kiddo.