A letter to my boy

Dear Finn,

Last night you laughed for the first time. It wasn't just a smile, you have been doing that for a couple of weeks now, no this was a laugh from deep in your gut. You made your mommies night with that laugh and made me joyful to the point of tears for hearing it, and jealous to the point of tears for not being the one to see it. We were in Southern Kentucky, on our way home from a weekend of visiting Auntie Em and Uncle Logan in Tennessee. It was getting dark and we were stopping for dinner at Cracker Barrel because we had a gift card there and no money for anything else. We were feeling tired and poor and little sorry for ourselves and then you laughed. Then you laughed again and we were spry and rich. You made our night Finn, you did what nothing else good have done for us at that moment. The thing is you have been doing that a lot lately. Earlier that day we had lunch with Logan's parents and you smiled and flirted with Logan's mom and then went to sleep when our food came. Sweet, beautiful, angelic, such a good baby. We hear it over and over when we are with you and it never gets old. You are such an amazing little one Finn. You have already brought healing and joy, seen 10 states, and caused an international stir on Wall Street at the tender age of 9 weeks. I can't wait to see what else you have in store, while I enjoy each and every new moment with you. You laughed last night Finn and once again reoriented my world in a few seconds. Thank you. I love you. I'm so proud of you.

Dad