Benjamin is our happy little boy. Not prone to the extremes of his brother, he seems to just float along. Every time he is excited, he swings his arms and feet while he squeals with joy. If you tickle his feet, he will laugh and then bite the first thing to make contact. We've had several shoulder bites that way. When he is hungry, the only way to keep him from crying is to let him watch the preparation process. His eyes never leave the food from start to finish. Willing to wait only as long as it is visible. I can hardly believe it has been a year. He was born during an ice storm, two weeks before Christmas. As I rocked him, bundled in blankets, absolutely exhausted and thinking that I will never sleep again, this day seemed so far away. Still, as he cuddles into my shoulder while I rock him and sing, there is a part of me that knows he will always be my baby, no matter the number of birthdays.
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