My view in the morning when I walk into Wyatt's bedroom. I usually let him babble for a few minutes before I go in to get him, and almost always he has positioned himself so that he is facing the door by the time I come in, smiling and leg pumping. I can't be positive (since Wyatt can't yet speak for himself), but I'd like to think he is just a tiny bit excited to see me each morning. Talk about a self-esteem booster. How I ever lived without this sweet little angel boy is beyond me.
A PHOTOGRAPH OF WYATT, ONCE A WEEK, EVERY WEEK, IN 2014.