1! 1! 1!
Yup, this blue-eyed-bandit has breathed fresh air for 365 days.
Strange to think that a year ago today I hardly knew him.
I remember laying in the hospital bed,
in love with a little swirl of fuzz on his forehead.
I traced it again and again with my finger.
I searched for it today to find it gone,
hidden behind a thatch of blonde, big boy locks.
Because time marches on.
Oh my Schmoopie, get that piece of coal out of your mouth!
[Here in coal country, we utilize the local heat source.
And although we swifter and sweep,
Ezra seems to always find a piece on which to teeth.
Blech, I know. But perhaps it's the source of his iron-rich blood!]