Monday, May 7, 2012

Dear Eddy, Month 4

Dear Eddy,

This is the first month that really gave me whiplash. April 22 arrived like a race car but looking back on the month we spent together it feels very full. I'm lucky to be able to stay home and hang out with you everyday. We make excellent use of our time, whether we bustle about or just lie around and play.

The number four has special significance in your fourth month. You met your great grandparents, Waymon and Bessie Rae Wilson. We gave you the middle name 'Waymon' in honor of your great grandfather. Having great grandparents is a pretty amazing privilege and yours are some of the best out there. So during our weekend at their little house on the lake we had four generations of Wilson boys in one place. Cousins, grandparents, aunts, and uncles also made the trip to celebrate Waymon's birthday and to meet you.

Strolling with the cousins Olivia, Andrew, and Nick.
Our time that we spend out on the lake is always so special. With spotty cell phone reception and limited access to technology we soak up quality time with each other by just chatting. Great Grandma and Great Grandpa's neighbors, Tom and Melissa, open up their guest cabin for us when we visit and it feels like a mini-vacation. Not to mention the fact that sister Lucy is in heaven in "the country". She runs around with Great Grandpa Waymon's dog, Lucy (we call her "Country Lou"), and the two of the them are plum tired by the time we leave.

City Lou and Country Lou
Our country home away from home.
Needless to say, my heart was full and pride was over-flowing all weekend. Your great grandma commented on how sweet and good you were every chance she got. She wore a lovely red outfit while we hung out and you couldn't take your eyes off of her so we figured out that red must be your favorite color. You let everyone hug you and squeeze you and love you as much as they could and you filled that wide open country space with your sweetness.
The whole Wilson crew
Eddy Waymon, you come from a long line of good Wilson men. We realized shortly after you were born that every first born son since the first Waymon has the same middle name as you. Your Great Grandpa also pointed out that you are currently the one and only boy on this branch of the family tree to carry on the Wilson name. But, you know, no pressure.

I will treasure this picture forever.
What a good month.


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You look really pretty today.

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