The Wilbur Report

Glory be!  Wilbur Guthrie Becker turns 4 months old this Tuesday.  (Dat's a t'ird ofa year, doncha know.)  He is a true blessing to us and, as we see every time he meets new people, a blessing to all of those around him.  We give thanks that he is in robust health, nearly always in good spirits, and hungry for new experience.  He wakes every morning with a delight for living that's infectious.  He also has a sly wit at work, already.  His quiet, eager observance of his world allows him to pick up on some pretty subtle comedy.  Sara's got his timing nailed and it's a joy to watch her get the laughs.  Still waiting for applause after I serenade him with my ukulele.

In other news, this week Wilbur added rolling over onto his belly to his list of skills, effectively giving himself his own tummy time throughout the day.  Crawling can't be far away.  Which is good.  We both could stand to burn some calories.

Not that Wilbur doesn't get around.  In his first 4 months Wilbur can put several pins on his map.  Houston, Milwaukee, Madison, Mounty Horeb, Verona, Spring Green, Door County, Laurel, Baltimore, Memphis, New York City, and Chicago.  Included in there are an even dozen plane rides and a 3-day drive from Wisconsin to Texas.  Lord, he was born a ramblin' man.

Even better than the mileage he's logged are the people he's met and who have met him!  Dozens, approaching hundreds of friends and family have gotten to meet and hold Wilbur.  Very few has he failed to charm.  As I said above, watching how he lights up and what it does for others shows us the divine gift that is in our care and charges us to nurture and protect that joy and that sacred light in him.  

That's today's report.  Thanks for being a valued member of the Wilbrigade.  (Wilburgade?)