Hey kid, it's Dad. You are three months old now. That's a nice part about you being born right at the beginning of summer--I know three months have gone as we enter the fall. Autumn is a time of some of my favorite traditions--football, flannel shirts, brisk weather, powerful foliage, displaying a beautifully dying fall.
And you, son, have changed with the season. You have gone from passive life to active existence. You have personality, you have a reason to laugh, you are fussy not just because your stomach is growling but because you have conceived of something to fuss about. You have dreams that have led to real tears and actual laughter. You try to converse with me. You get excited when Mom talks with you. You play, you grow, you are more than real: you have humanity.
Happy fall, Jason Charles. I love you.
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