I cannot begin to tell you how much joy you have given to me and your father. You are such a wonder. Every day with you brings new things, new emotions. I am constantly in awe in how much my heart can grow. Every day it grows bigger and bigger. Some days I think it just might come out of my body. I hear you giggle, that infectious, glorious sound…and I fear that my heart just may burst with happiness.
I just want to breathe you in…every second I spend with you. I want to hold it all inside and never forget. I want to keep every moment in a locked-up box in my heart and keep it close.
My baby is growing up, growing older, becoming a boy. And I get the privilege to watch you. I get the privilege of being your mother.
Be brave my son. The world is weak. If I could keep you from pain, shield you from the monsters that will hide under your bed, I would. But the world is also strong. You will see wonderment; you will experience beauty; you will be loved.
You ARE loved. My beautiful boy. My sweet, sweet WonderBug.