My dad is always hassling me to blog. No one in the world gets more pleasure out of seeing his kids post pics and stories about his grandkids. He lives for it. I would love to post more often but I am a fickle writer. I can't just sit down any time and crank out a post. I have to be inspired. This month was Abraham's third birthday and of course I feel guilty that I didn't do some sort of cute little birthday write up for him for the sake of posterity. Believe me< class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">
Ham is the light of my life. In the past few years my health has been horrible and I have faced a number of adversities that I didn't expect. They say that when God closes a door he opens a window. Ham is my window. I can barely look at him because he is so stinking cute. There's nothing better than his chunky soft thighs. He has an uncanny ability to exclaim "What the HECK?!" at just the right moment. He is sharp witted and kind hearted and he makes a wonderful barefoot, one-eyed, diapered, superhero on a scooter.
Abe is three years old now and SO independent. I don't know if its a birth-order thing or a random personality thing but he wants to do everything by himself and he has no concept of limitations. He is happy and fun and always in search of a way to make us laugh.
I can't believe it's been three years since this masked man entered our life. Ham, You make every day fun.