I don't have many words. Very much proud. A little sad.
(Brooks could see how stressed I was that morning and was trying desperately to help me get a good shot. He is a very good husband.)
I pray that he has a great year. I want him to be good and respectful. I hope that he loves school and makes friends. I know he is only two, but I hope he is kind to others. And if he learns some letters and numbers (or any words in general), that would be awesome too.