Rex, when I look at these pictures, I remember a little boy terrified of water. Your dad and I had your "shower/bath" routine down to a dry tub, a couple of cups of water, a little soap and about three minutes total during which we got clawed and hit and kicked and bitten and bombarded with terrible feral screams. Look at you now, loving all things water: frolicking in the pool for hours each day without a care in the world, asking to go to splash pads, stripping spontaneously naked at the sight of any ocean or lake, playing joyfully in the rain, and wading in streams and rivers without fear. You have come such a distance in every way.
This past year, you have gained a lot of maturity. You are more in tune with your own emotions and those of others, you are even more social - in no small part due to your happy use of your speech device - and you are calmer and increasingly patient. You're still our snuggler extraordinaire, a lover of bacon and potato chips, and a little mischief. You've become a bit of a singer, a surprise hugger, a flirt, and a Chick-Fil-A aficionado. We love you. You really are a wonder.
They both listened silently to the water,
which to them was not just water,
but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.
-Hermann Hesse
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