Dear Michael Jr. (aka Mikey, Papa and Baby Love),
One year ago you came into our lives and it’s never been the same since. I’m starting to tear up just thinking about what this past year has been like. Everyone always told me that the love you feel for your child is amazing but I didn’t know it would be like this. You had me and Daddy worried when you decided you wanted to be born at 35 weeks but you were absolutely perfect and just ready to meet us. From the day you were born you’ve taught me that I can’t always plan for everything and that I need to be open to the unknown and unexpected. It’s a lesson I continue to learn everyday. You’ve also taught me patience and to just enjoy the moment. So many people also told us to enjoy you when you were very small and that it goes by so fast. They were absolutely right.
Now here you are at one year old, such a big boy and showing us your personality. You love to climb stairs, throw things off the shelves and try to grab my only living plant. You are so brave and just take off walking even though you are still a little wobbly. You love sharing my food including string cheese and strawberry sundaes. You clap and yell “Yay”, flirt with ladies everywhere we go and love your older cousins so much. You are really good at imitating things and sounds and it makes me laugh so hard. I think I can make out you saying “Duck” and “Daddy” (hopefully “Mama” will be soon). You pretend cough and yell when you want to get someone’s attention. Those chubby cheeks and big eyes get a lot of attention everywhere you go. I love holding you before you go to bed because it’s the only time that you will cuddle. The best part of my day is when I pick you up after a long day at work. You always give me the biggest smiles. I spent so much time wanting you to get bigger and stronger because you were born so little. Now I just wish there was pause button because it’s just going by too fast. I try instead to enjoy today and just imagine what this next year will bring all of us.
Mikey, I am so proud of you already. I try and imagine what you will become or the things you will achieve. Daddy and I work hard everyday to make sure you have every opportunity available to you. Please remember that no matter how old you are, you will always be Mommy’s Baby Love.
Love,
Mommy
Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that suppose to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987
One year ago you came into our lives and it’s never been the same since. I’m starting to tear up just thinking about what this past year has been like. Everyone always told me that the love you feel for your child is amazing but I didn’t know it would be like this. You had me and Daddy worried when you decided you wanted to be born at 35 weeks but you were absolutely perfect and just ready to meet us. From the day you were born you’ve taught me that I can’t always plan for everything and that I need to be open to the unknown and unexpected. It’s a lesson I continue to learn everyday. You’ve also taught me patience and to just enjoy the moment. So many people also told us to enjoy you when you were very small and that it goes by so fast. They were absolutely right.
Now here you are at one year old, such a big boy and showing us your personality. You love to climb stairs, throw things off the shelves and try to grab my only living plant. You are so brave and just take off walking even though you are still a little wobbly. You love sharing my food including string cheese and strawberry sundaes. You clap and yell “Yay”, flirt with ladies everywhere we go and love your older cousins so much. You are really good at imitating things and sounds and it makes me laugh so hard. I think I can make out you saying “Duck” and “Daddy” (hopefully “Mama” will be soon). You pretend cough and yell when you want to get someone’s attention. Those chubby cheeks and big eyes get a lot of attention everywhere you go. I love holding you before you go to bed because it’s the only time that you will cuddle. The best part of my day is when I pick you up after a long day at work. You always give me the biggest smiles. I spent so much time wanting you to get bigger and stronger because you were born so little. Now I just wish there was pause button because it’s just going by too fast. I try instead to enjoy today and just imagine what this next year will bring all of us.
Mikey, I am so proud of you already. I try and imagine what you will become or the things you will achieve. Daddy and I work hard everyday to make sure you have every opportunity available to you. Please remember that no matter how old you are, you will always be Mommy’s Baby Love.
Love,
Mommy
Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that suppose to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987
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