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You are adored, Angie. Bettie adores you, Alphie adores you, and I adore you.

(Buddy adores you too, but the way he shows it is to come and lie on the floor next to you when he doesn’t feel well. This is why some days you feel like he is chasing you around just to fart next to you.)

There is a saying that tells us you can learn a lot about a person from the enemies they have. When applied to you, I think it shows that you are the kind of person who has never left anyone a reason to hate you. You are fair, and honest, you are kind and compassionate.

You are extremely special to those who know you.

And to me, you are one of the reasons I get up every morning.

I love you.

Hi Bettie,

I just wanted to let you know that, these days, you are the only one in the family who gets this excited when I point the camera at them. And I appreciate that a lot.

Hi, Bettie. I know I haven’t written much, and I’m sorry about that. Unfortunately, this post isn’t going to change (or explain) that.

I did want to tell you that you are remarkably different from your sister. I know that I’m not really going to do a great job of expressing this idea, but I wanted to try.

The main thing I see at this stage is that you have a slightly different sense of humor from your sister. While your sister sought humor like a big game hunter looking to find the biggest animal she could find, you have a quiet way of expressing humor that you see in the world. For example, you’ve previously seemed to put things on your head just to see how people reacted to you.

And just the other day, shortly after figuring out your exersaucer had a mirror, you did this:

I am sure you were experimenting with how the mirror changed your perspective, but it also seemed like you were interested in how we reacted to you looking at us in the mirror.

And you sure were smiling as you did it...

I love the that quiet period in the morning, right before the world wakes up. That moment after Alphie has climbed in our bed, but before she is insisting on watching PBS kids, where Bettie is laying quietly on Angie’s arm, and Angie is awake but hasn’t had to even lift her head, let alone gotten up to feed the little one.

I love that moment where I can look at my wife and say “You’ve put together a pretty awesome family.”

And she can look back at me and say “I’m just glad only one of us shits in the bed.”