Busting Out

Day 237:

You, Conor, are coming into your own, Son.  Day by day a little bit more of that personality comes out.  This morning was one that saw you awake and raring to go as the rooster crowed.  This evening heard giggles and continuous laughter from the time you walked in the door and right up and through bath time.

I believe yours will be one charisma and happiness.  You're seldom unhappy and when you are, it's simply because you're ready for a little something bigger than a bottle; at least these days.  Still, you're seemingly always laughing and making happy little coo's and giggles.  Whenever you see me, from no matter how far away, you smile.  And each and every time I melt a little...  I know it won't be like this forever, but for now it's all I need to make it through each and every day.

Life is good, Conor.  It's full of good things and good people and good sights and good music and good times.  And truth be told, I never knew how good life could be until you came along.

As for the last two weeks treating me like you treat diapers, I'm on the up and up, Boy'O.  Feeling better save for a spot of congestion and a nagging headache...  But by the weekend, I should be 100%.  And it's a good thing too, because I have a TON of things to do in this house!

Off to bed, Son.  I love you.
-Dad