Independent

Dear Son,

Today you took your first three steps . . . and so it goes, and so it goes.


I love you.

Yeah, ok

Dear Son,

I present to you reason number 84 that you should be an engineer:

Today during my four minute shower, you unhinged and removed the toilet lid.


Thanks.

McLuca's

Dear Son,

Well . . . it is done. Yesterday you partook in a real right of passage for American children. (thats almost a sad statement . . . one day youll understand why) You had your first Happy Meal from McDonald's - which is an odd thing really. I'm not such a big fan of McDonald's, but we happened to be there, and it just seemed wrong to deny you something that I loved as a child myself. To be honest, you seemed much more interested in the fruit cup I had packed for you - but you did manage to pack your mouth full of french fries. :)

You're growing up little one.

Much too fast.


I love you

Reminisce

Dear Son,

Time is a funny thing. At this time last year, I was praying for your arrival. Those were truly the longest nine months of my life. Which is not to say that I wouldn't do it all over again ten-fold, but it was difficult, none the less. Some women take to pregnancy like running barefoot in a field of tulips. I, on the other hand Son, felt more like I was trudging through a pit of mud. Don't mean to take away from the experience . . . it brought you to me - and that alone is worth any discomfort . . . and it wasn't all bad, but by this point in my pregnancy last year . . ., well, lets just leave it at I was more than ready for you to burst into the world!
Now look at you - nearly a year old. I try to calculate the days - replay them in my mind - look at photographs . . . watch home movies, but yet and still, I somehow cannot account how you have already been here an entire year. Seems I barely blinked, and suddenly I don't have a baby anymore. You're seeming more and more like a little boy every day.

Inquisitive
Thoughtful
Curious
Daring
Hilarious
Brave
Strong

And somehow . . . still my little man. I've tried with all I have to savor every moment - oh but at times, they just seem to fly by so very fast. I look at your receiving blankets - and wonder how it was I ever wrapped you in them - so small compared to you now.

Dear child . . . your voice in my ears, the soundtrack of my life.

What a beautiful song indeed.

I love you.