you are my youngest, my baby. it's been an interesting 11 years. i've watched you sit in a blue light to get rid of the jaundice. i've watched you roll over. i've watched you wrap your sisters (as well as the rest of us) around your little finger, to the point that you were carried so much you didn't walk until you were 14 months old. then life got interesting. you were mobile. that's also when we started to learn that there was something distinctly different about you.
you're smart, to the point that i truly believe you can do anything you put your mind to. i can't wait to see what you're going to do with your life. yet, i want you to stay my baby boy, my little innocent who says "x's & o's" when you get off the phone, and asks for "huggies."
you've had some distinctly tough times, and i'm sure there are many more ahead, but i'm sure you will still love the world, and all it's mysteries, and go exploring again.
i love you sean patrick alexander, and i'm glad you're in my world.