Hey, it’s a new year!
Your mom and I were able to leave you with your Nana last night so that we could spend the evening with our crazy friends at Melissa’s. Don’t think that you missed out on anything; you were asleep at 8, and you slept better for her than you ever have for us. You were missed at the party, however. There were several “Where’s Ollie?” and “Where’s the baby?” comments from those in attendance. Melissa’s Granny Cil was the most disappointed. Rumors of your stunning looks and charming demeanor had already reached her.
“I heard his eyes take up half his face,” she told me.
“I don’t know what Courtney and I did to have such a pretty baby.”
Granny Cil pointed toward the heavens as if she knew exactly where God was sitting. “He’s good. Don’t you go taking credit for that.”
