Here I am at just a few days old:
Here I am 1 year later:
At birthday 2:
At my third birthday:
Number 5:
Six years old:
Birthday number 8:
Getting bigger, but still only 9:
One year ago:
And here's where we ended up now, at age 11:
Getting so big, can't keep the feet in the pictures anymore.
Usually we take a picture of Emma climbing over Jonathan here, but since it was his birthday, Jonathan had other ideas:
Still a happy little guy at heart.
1 comment:
You know what? Last year, you were the most wonderful 10 year old I knew. This year, you’re, by far, the best 11 year old I know and I have no doubt that next year you’ll be the most beautiful 12 year old, and on and on.
Love you.
Grandmom Doyle
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