Charlie tugged on the front door handle twice, both times looking at me. When that didn't relay his desire to go outside, he placed his winter boots at my feet.
Words. Overrated.

 

Charlie blew his first kiss today.

Ten days ago, we were wading at the beach. This morning I scraped ice off my car windshield.

First wave good-bye.

His first high-five.

Charlie puked!
First time ever.
We made it until month 15.
So proud.