Dear Case,

You were born a little nuts.  I mean it.  We're Walkers.  We're relatively, I don't know...reserved?  Okay, maybe not once you get to know us, but to the general observing eye, we're pretty...boring.  But not you.  Before you could walk you were schmoozing the masses, climbing on furniture, and demanding attention.  We'd go to parks when you were a toddler and before I'd know it some six or seven year old kid would be dragging you around saying "This is my friend James" or "Toby" or "Gertrude".  You couldn't yet talk clearly enough for anyone to know exactly who you were, but it didn't matter.  You answered to whatever they called you, did stunts to earn their applause, and smiled non-stop from ear to ear.  To this day you ooze confidence and charisma.

God gives good gifts.  Among other things, He's gifted you with a ready smile and friendly ways.  Dad and I pray that you will always use these gifts to His glory.  Remember that who you are is only because of Who He is.  Of course, I'm exceedingly thankful that God made you the way He did.  You're a goofy kid who makes us smile, is always ready with a hug, sparks our imaginations, loves Christ, and delights in babies and the elderly alike.  You are all Walker, and yet you're a little more comfortable and a little less serious than the rest of us.

My continued prayer for you is that you never allow your charisma to become arrogance or your confidence pride.  Remember your salvation. You're a redeemed worm.  Of course, you're a worm that God created just a bit crazier than the rest of us.  Peanut, I'm thankful you're just a little nuts!