Look at me with starry eyes, push me up to starry skies, there's stardust in my head, pure and simple everytime

To my youngest, you continue to inspire me daily. Your smile not only lights up a room...it electrifies it. Can an eight-month old have charisma? Cuz you seem to have it in spades. People flock to you and your energy. I dunno, maybe I'm just the proud Dad who thinks his kids are better than everyone else's. It's only because you guys are.

You're crawling now. You started a couple of weeks ago and you're loving your newfound mobility. I love watching you explore the world around you and discover things for the first time. You get a look of concentration and intention on your face that I can't turn away from. The bond you have developed with your mother is worth everything to me. You look so safe in her arms. She looks every bit as safe as well.

I am so lucky to have two beautiful boys with the world waiting for them. I hope the world is ready because I see you guys making quite an impression on it.

Thank you for the joy you provide me every time you flash those four pearly whites. I adore you.

Love, Dad

Headline from "Pure" by The Lightning Seeds, 1990