An Ordinary Day

Dear Son,

I watch you.

Every day.

And I'm sure it's not unlike any mother watches their child. Fifteen months, and the wonder and amazement hasn't lessened; not one iota. There are times when the very reality of you is so humbling and fascinating that it hurts. It is as if . . . . it's as if God Almighty Himself reached His very own hand down from the Heavens, pulled a piece of my heart from my chest, placed it in front of me, and said, "Here Jessica . . . cultivate this." The desire to meet your every need, teach you, be an example, a good example for you, and keep you from any harm - are greater than any desire ever born in my body.

I have many ambitions Son. Life became meaningful with the conception of you . . . and hope sprang eternal in a new and everlasting way . . . but there are still things I long to accomplish. But know this:

I can't imagine doing anything better than being your mother.

I love you.