Dear Riley, You are officially two months & forty minutes old. You’ve been in the world a whopping 61 days. Congrats!
It’s funny to say you’ve accomplished so much for a little guy, but you really have! You make the world brighter when you smile and when the occasional chuckle sneaks out, it melts our hearts. You’ve learned to smile and flirt. You love to dance (especially with your pants off!) and have figured out how great thumb sucking is. (Sorry, kid. It was your destiny!)
In 61 days, you’ve been to the beach, on a plane (you were an angel), on a bus (not an infant-friendly mode of transport), on a ferry and on GrandFrank’s boat. You saw the most magnificent sunset and I think, for a moment, it reminded you where you came from.
You’ve danced at not one, but TWO weddings and set a record of being in two photobooths before two months! Wowza. You’ve pooped on a number of pretty ladies, which is funny...for now! You’ve cheered at your first marathon (apparently you are a lucky charm!!) and cheered your favorite baseball team to the playoffs. Hopefully there's a championship ring in your next letter!
You’ve met so many people who love you - Aunt Lois, Uncle Greg, Shaune + John, Colleen + Chris, Cousins Austin, Maddie, Ryan, Liam, Maeve, Lauren + Taryn. You are a lucky little guy to meet your Great Grandmother Marie, too! You've already welcomed some new friends too - another cool dude, Kyle Adam + pretty Madison Elizabeth. You aren't the new kid on the block anymore!
We have so much ahead to look forward to, sweet Riley, but more importantly we love each moment with you. I swear you are a little different every morning when we wake up and it’s wonderful. Snuggling in bed with you and your dad on this rainy fall day is a blessing beyond words.
I love you, little one!
Love,
Mama
