He’s my youngest. The “baby.” Sweet, intelligent, quiet, adorable and very silly. Up until a couple of years ago we really weren’t sure what kind of personality he had. And then he came out of his shell and shocked us all. A good shock. By a sweet little friend of ours, he has been given the name “Silly Dilly.” And with good reason. It suits him perfectly and he lights up our lives. How is it possible that my husband and I could be blessed with four amazing children? I just don’t know. Also, how is it possible that number four is fifteen?! Did we do the math wrong? I’m pretty sure that I just turned 25 on my last birthday.