My mom told me today that he looks like a little boy and not a baby in his pictures.
I think back to our lives just a year ago. Two weeks before his birth. I figured he’d be late, but he was not. I hoped that he would not come before school got out for the summer. (He waited.) I was excited that the previous weekend multiple strangers asked me for the first time if I was pregnant. I started wearing my maternity clothes, and about 2 weeks before his birth my dress pants became tight.
We had no clue that we’d have a beautiful redhead or ginger as Dylan likes to call him. We didn’t know that we’d have such a social boy who loved to be the center of attention. We knew we’d love him a lot, and that our lives would change. We didn’t know how amazing being Kyton’s parents would be, and how this sweet little boy would complete our lives.