He's my little athlete that can't get enough sports. No matter the sport. He loves to throw, volley, jump, shoot, score, run, swim, bat, pitch, dribble, and ski fast. He's so good he is not even the one who threw the small fit for not being old enough for t-ball this year. Daddy was quite defensive and pissy and mad because he was sure Mason would be the best little t-baller out there. And you just wait until you see him next year...As the Millers stormed out of the sign up session. 
He's the child who kisses regularly. Sneaking up on his sisters to plant a big wet one. Just because. And not just because it irritates MaKenna and makes her scream. It's just because he needs to show her affection. Unlike a certain someone, MaKenna, who won't share a kiss. Not Ever. Ohhh, I looovvvee those kisses. I love them even more when I drop him off at school and he rolls those eyes when I ask for a kissey bye bye. Then he gives me a quick one. Right afterward he makes sure nobody was looking. And I wink at him.
He's Mason. Mason William Miller. The bestest boy ever.