Hard to believe it, People.

FoH was ever this itty bitty new. But he was, we all were.

And still, his newness remains. He is now becoming more and more aware of language, how we are interacting … what we are saying.

So I am being mindful, well, as mindful as I can be in the moment. Sometimes I do a pretty darn good job and sometimes it’s pretty darn piss poor {ahem, work in progress, always}.

My hope is that this fresh slate, full of, bursting to the seams with joy, remains with him.

That we — all of us collectively as the world — don’t beat it out of him.

That he can remain true to his own inner knowing. His happiness.