A Week of Celebration . . .

Dear Son,

As I type this letter . . . a miraculous wonder is taking place just down the hall from me and to the left. (I am actually tearing up at the thought.)

You are.

Sleeping.

In. Your. Bed.

In. Your. Room.


You've slept with me since the day you were born. And I was content with it that way - happy even. It was natural and it was beautiful. But today something came over me. I felt like I wanted to just see if you'd go to bed in your own room.

When the time came, I went in your room like it was the normal routine. I told you it was time to "go night-night in your big boy bed." You climbed right in and wiggled and giggled. We read two stories before I turned out the lights. There was a period of you getting up to gather stuffed animals (all within your room)to put in there with you, (something you've never done while sleeping with me.) You also needed the company of a picture of your gram to put in there as well.

But you never seemed upset or frightened about it.

I sat in the rocker in the dark room waiting for signs that you were finally in a dream land. You crept out of bed once more and climbed into my lap. I told you that I love you . . . and that when you fell asleep I would be putting you back in your big boy bed, and I would go to my big girl bed.

Moments later when you were asleep in my arms . . .

thats just what I did.


Two years went by so fast. If asked before you were born if my child would sleep with me for two years - I'd have thought "no way." But little one, it was all joy, and all went by too fast.

I love you and am so very proud of you.