My little Drewser baby is FOUR today. He had such a rough start to life, and he caused Matt and I to grow in ways we could never imagine, but by God's grace (and Drew's bull-headedness), he has blossomed into one of the most complex little persons I have ever met. Whether he's loving or fighting -- he's passionate about it. I appreciate his bluntness and I know his cuddles, hugs, and kisses are fully sincere. And his goofiness and giggles are addictive. Praying for many more years with my little rain cloud.
