I first met Dean when he was a tiny two-week-old peanut. I'll never forget the look in his parent's eyes as they adored him as he lay in their arms in the cold November wind.
The next time I saw him, Dean was one-year-old crawler making us giggle with each belly laugh.
This past weekend, I got to hang out with a boy who was nearly two-years-old. He runs, he talks, he pets dogs and he throws leaves.
It's such a privilege it is to watch a family grow year over year.
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