You have been blessed with many women in your life (with another on her way soon). Some have and will turn their nose up to this and snort, "poor Seth", but you are wiser. The women in your life are a boon. You are all gentleness and concern, you aim to please yet assert bravely your opinions and answers to the "questions" of life. Long before your almost-five-year-old maturity, your silver tooth, your big-boy underwear, even before solid foods, you have been an observer. As you grow older this perpetual observation has manifested itself into a kind of precise creativity. You are a perfectionist, you like things just so. After many minutes of giggles from the tickles and tumbles with Dad on the floor, I called all to the dinner table, when Dad began teasing about having snake tongues and frog feet for supper you quickly quipped, "Dad, don't be silly about the food." Silliness in it's place. Yesterday you asked, "Do our funny bones have smiley faces?" I love your logic, your curiosity, your great tenderness, and the intelligence that graces all of the above. I love you for you.