Happy 1st Birthday Trot Matthew Dalton. Named after the toughest Dirt Dog and your tree hugging Uncle Matt, it's hard to believe you are a year old. Seems like yesterday I brought you home from the hospital.
Sleeping through the night at 3 months and walking at 9, time has just flown by. One day I'll tell you about the dirt dobber I named you after, and then I'll tell you about your Uncle Matt. Trot Nixon is one of my favorite players, a balls out RF who would run through a wall to catch a fly ball, and who wears the filthiest hat in MLB. It's a shame he could not finish his career wearing the scarlett B. Your middle name is your Uncle's name, and he's my closest friend and my role model. The older brother is not supposed to look at the younger one as a role model. Though you may be in the same role Matt is: after all, Rakes is YOUR older brother.
We got plenty of time for that: just know that your Dad loves you very much. Know that you WILL be a Red Sox fan for life. And be thankful Wily Mo Pena was not playing for the Sox when we picked your name.
I love you buddy: here's to 99 more.