Monday, November 23, 2009


To my baby:

I love you.

You are such an amazing bright spot to my day, no matter how sick or tired or overwhelmed I may be. You manage to do some of the silliest things things and say some of the craziest things that can always make me manage to smile when I feel like the day might never have a positive moment to speak of.

I love that you run everywhere and don't walk. I love that you think farting and burping is hilarious. I love that you shout "Bye Moon!" every single time you see the moon now. I totally love that that references the book we read to you every other night. I love that you can be running along, trip on your own feet, and look up with the silliest grin on your face and say "boom." I love that you say please and thank you without prompting. I love that the first thing you look for in the morning when you open your gorgeous blue eyes is not your dad or I, but Rosco. I love that you put your piggies out every morning waiting for Rosco to kiss them. I love that now we get full-on squishy hugs where you grip us as if your life depended on it. Sometimes, my life does depend on those squishy hugs. I love that when you point to and name body parts, your boo-boo on your hand is just another part to list off. I love that you say bye to random people when we check out at stores, but clutch for me in a panic if they try to initiate contact. I love that you can make anything require a truck noise of some sort. I love that you kiss my belly when we ask you about the baby.

In a few short weeks, your life will change forever when your sister makes her grand entrance. I may not always be able to drop everything to play with you and I may not be able to dote on you as much as I want. I hope you'll look back on this post someday and realize that you will always be my baby and that I will always love you for everything you do. Although you won't always be the baby of the family, you'll always be my first baby and that is something that I will always hold very dear to my heart and treasure.

Just remember, Mommy loves you.


Donna said...

Bring me the box of tissues please!!! You write so eloquently you need to be published. I am also thankful for you, my first born. Mom

Belinda Berling said...

OMG, I am seriously tearing up! You are such a gifted writer and Luke and his baby sister are lucky to have you as their mommy!