My dearest Sweet Pea,
It is after midnight and I can revel in it being Mother’s Day. At last. I know it is a Hallmark holiday, but it has been a painful one in past years. Thank you
so much for coming to us. I love your energy and the personality you exhibit at the tender age of 11 months old. I even love your meltdowns, like the one you had today when I removed the food with which you had been playing gleefully and quite messily. You are my sunshine, and I have marveled as you have grown from a tiny baby to a tow-headed little boy who is taking shaky first steps and giving us heart attacks by hanging from the kitchen table.
I’m so happy to be your mommy!