At this time 4 years ago, I was in labor while your father drove us through the first snow of the year to the hospital.
It was beautiful. Everything was covered in soft white snow untrampled by people’s feet.
I was in horrible pain. :)
You were in my arms shortly after that.
I think it’s funny that we started calling you “Vito” for your bossy ways a year later. As the baby, you learned early to assert yourself to be heard through the pandemonium of this family.
We joke about your mob boss status. Truthfully, you hold us hostage with your charm and sense of humor. You are a source of laughter for us all.
We love your voice. We love your questions and your imaginings.
We are happy to celebrate the day you made our family complete.
We love you.