of blocks and babies

These last months I’ve watched my baby grow up in pictures.   But now, suddenly, he’s three dimensional.


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I let my fingers trace his head, his fingers, his feet and am amazed at how I can see every part of him at once, no trying guess what is happening outside of the picture.  I know.  He’s here.  He’s real.  He’s my son.


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As for his dimples, they simply slay me. I had no idea he had them (they hadn’t shown in any of the update pictures we’ve received) so when I first saw them in the airport my heart melted a little more.


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