It’s been thirteen months since Corey was murdered.

I started to think of all the things Corey accomplished in the first thirteen months of his life.

He smiled.
He cooed.
He began growing his baby teeth
He turned over for the first time
He held his own bottle.
He sat up on his own.
He crawled (albeit, backwards…)
He learned to walk.
He learned to run.
He began to talk.
He learned to take his clothes off
He learned to put his clothes on (though not well)
He learned to tease his father and me.
He learned he liked candy more than strained peas.
He learned he loved ice cream and cake
He learned the difference between doggies and kitties
He learned you can’t pet fish.
He met his little brother/ lifetime best friend Justin.