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Dear Nicholas,

You're 10 months old now. And every day we see more of your personality develop. I wonder what you'll be like at 10. Or 20. Or 40. I hope you always have the sense of wonder you have now - you're enchanted by birds, and trucks, and watching Angie chase just about anything. You're pretty laid back, for the most part, unless someone is changing your diaper or you're tired. With luck, you'll outgrow the penchant you have for trying to run around naked from the waist down. I don't think that's going to fly well in elementary school. Or in the business world, for that matter. Your smile lights up a room, and I love the way it starts in your eyes before getting to the rest of your head. You're chatty, and engaging, though it takes you a little while to warm up to new people - I'm okay with that. You love to be outside, you love to spin with Mom and nap on Dad. I hope you always like the outdoors, but there might be a small problem if you're still sleeping on Dad when you're in your 30s. And I hope you never become one of those kids who doesn't want to hug his mother in public.

I like picturing you when you're older, though I'm in no hurry to get there.

One thing: we're all betting on when you're going to be taller than your sisters. I am guessing it'll be about when you're 9. Don't let me down.