First.

First peek.

First breath.

First embrace.

First outfit.

First protector.

First ride.

First lick???? Sad to say, not the last!

First secret.

First high five.

First swing. (Loulabelle was the photographer)

First walk. Ugh...the sun!

First bed.

First Fourth. (hated it)

First bath. (Yes, we have space issues)

First man to man.

First perfection.

First ball game.

First Gramps.

First month.

Sweet Wingman, you are such a blessing. Everyday with you is more wonderful than the last. You are so small and soft, we can't keep our hands off you. Life is moving so fast. You are the third, so our world moves faster than it did for the others. That makes me sad for you. You have less time to just "be". I try to hold you as often as I can. You mold your sweet body against mine and sigh with contentment. I love those moments with you. I wish we could have all the time in the world. I dread going to sleep every night because I miss you. But thankfully, you are sleeping well. Daddy loves the moments he gets you all to himself. He doesn't like to share you. Your brother and sister can't stop kissing (and licking) you. You haven't minded their attention. It has been the best month of our lives!