Dedicated to our little Joe,
who stayed just a moment in our arms
but will remain for a lifetime in our hearts.

'It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make Man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night -
It was the plant and flower of Light
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.'
(Ben Jonson)