Silas, nine years ago you came, neatly at 11:00 in the morning weighing 8 even pounds. For months we called you Uncle Silas, and marveled at this new little stranger who'd come to live at our house, all of his tininess, the little boy-self we somehow got to care for. How we've loved you from that first minute! and the journey of continually discovering you. I love how tender and silly you are, how curious and loving, how adventurous, adorable, fun and brave you are. I love leaning against you on the couch and listening to stories unfold. I love learning from and alongside you. I love your surprises and your wide-mouthed laugh. I'm grateful -- overflowingly -- that you are here.
(right before this said he wanted to "take a selfie to be like the Mars Rover")