Dear Sammy,
It has been a year and half since you were born. And baby boy, it has FLOWN!
You are growing up on me, such a big boy now. So independent, so smart, so silly, and so sweet.
Muck like your big sister, if there is a mess to be made- you WILL find it. And just like Lucy, you are the happiest little child- happy to be in the world and doing things.



Much like your big brother, you LOVE anything that rolls. Anything with wheels, and Any kind of ball. You carry around a car or 2 for most of the day, everywhere we go... into the store, into the school, at football practice...

and like Jacob, you LOVE hats!

and you watch your brother play football, and mean REALLY watch, because you can emulate any position. You get down and say "Ready, purple, GO!" before throwing the ball. You hand the ball to one of us and run a route to catch it. You find Lucy's bracelets and make kicking tees so that you can kick off just like Bubba does!



You are full of crazy energy. Eat constantly. Keep me on my toes and exhausted. Keep me laughing. You love me and Dada and Bubba and Sista and Mimmitt and Papa and Papa and Papa SO very much. You say new words almost every day. Steal hearts everywhere we go. You tuck your head under my chin and I rub my face in your hair and I know... because I have been there, done that so I KNOW... that this time is so precious.

And you are precious, baby mine.
I love being your mommy.