A few years ago, when I was still working outside the home (suggest that I no longer work and I will detach your larynx with a spoon) my boss gave me a big hard-covered sketchbook. I decided immediately that this book needed to be used for something special, and so I set about saving it for Just The Right Thing.
Which turned out to be letters to Espen.
I found a quiet moment and sat down and wrote what will hopefully be the first of many letters to my son. I told him about his latest accomplishments, the things we like to do together and the things that make him laugh. Above all, I told him how much he is loved.
Then, at some point in the future when the book is full and Espen is old enough, I will give it to him so he can read all about himself. And know that he was always loved and special and absolutely his parents greatest source of pride and joy. And that he really enjoyed the taste of his toes.