Dear Mr. Handsome,
From your sprinkling of freckles that run across your nose and splash onto your cheeks, to your brilliant baby blues...from the deep, yet tiny dimples that frame your breathtaking smile to your chubby hands that look like mine, you are so special. Each and every inch was formed by our creator God, especially as a gift for Daddy and me. And you are beautiful...I know, I know, I can you hear right now saying, "I'm not beautiful, I'm handsome"...and yes, I guess you're right.
You are such fun and so full of life. You run after sis, and although you're a mile behind, you never get discouraged but just keep on running your hardest, giggling and squealing all the while. You fight with incredible energy that never gets tired. Daddy tires out long before you are ready. You growl and battle with your tremendous collection of dinosaurs, of which the T-Rex's are your absolute favorites. And you still want to be a dinosaur when you grow up...I love that. You're obsessed with superheroes and all you could talk about last Christmas (practically) was wanting a bat cave...and now you play with all your little guys (I'd call them dolls, but Daddy would correct me....) at the bat cave for hours on end.
There's no denying that you are all boy. You drive your trucks around in our sandbox outside and come inside looking more like the sandman that our little boy. Yes, someone had it right when they said that a little boy is "a noise with dirt on it."
But then there's a softer side to you too. It's the side that runs, crying, for a kiss when a finger has gotten hurt during wrestling. It's the side of you that spends time outside in our yard picking the most beautiful wildflowers I've ever seen and proudly presents them to me as a gift. It's the side of you that oh so gently strokes the back of a toad we found on a walk around the neighborhood. It's the side that asks almost every night for a rock in the rocking chair so you can cuddle with me and sing me Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I see it when you ask me, "Momma, when are you going to bed? I want to snuggle with you?" And you try your hardest to stay awake during the two hours between your bedtime and mine...and mostly do a good job at it too. It's the little boy that sneaks in during the wee hours of the morning and cuddles up to me in bed. It's the little boy that softly announces, "I love hugs, Momma!" And wants to sit with me and just snuggle.
You've taught me a lot the nearly 4 years. I've learned that sometimes you just need to sit and enjoy quiet moments. Especially when shared with someone you love. I've learned that it's O.K. to be thought crazy if it is something you are passionate about. I've learned that the imagination is a wonderful place to escape to. I've learned to play dinosaurs, even if I am still mastering a perfect growl. I've learned to race cars, even if I cannot make the sound of the engine quite right. I've learned to be a superhero, although their voices still have me stumped. I'll never be as good at any of those sounds as you are.
Thank you for being the little boy that you are. So full of joy and life and love. Thank you for loving snuggles and cuddles, and singing, and nature as much as I do.
I love you high. I love you low. I love you deep. I love you wide. I love you THIS much....and more.
Love,
Momma
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