Aiden Xavier Robb

In a week he’ll be nine months old. It seems like no time at all since we were freaking out at Children’s Hospital because he was coming a full five weeks early. And now he’s the chattiest, happiest, most hyper little thing.

Yes, the T-shirt says Rockstar. I chanced upon it at Nordstrom and bought it for him before he was even born, because Shirley used to say how much she wanted a boy so that she could make him into her little rockstar.

The only thing that’s missing: his godmother, who last saw him when he was hardly three months old and who’s now too far away to do anything except wait for new pictures.