Dear my sweet boy,
Today, you are 8 years old. I can’t believe I’m saying that, 8 years old. It’s hard to believe you are now a second grader, you play every sport under the sun, you talk constantly, your personality is growing like crazy; you are just turning into your own person. You are a little boy, not a baby, although you will always be my baby. You have the best memory and can remember every player on every sports team, their stats and positions. You love to read and have discovered all of my old childhood books and started reading those. Yes, you are reading them to me. You’ve already outgrown me reading to you. You did hand me a book the last night and asked me to read to you and I was so excited. I was excited because for 5 minutes, my baby (not so little and now a little boy) would be cuddled in my arms and holding onto me while I read to him.
I cherish those little moments. I know you don’t understand now, but one day you will. You’ll understand time goes by quicker than we wish and before we know you’re all grown up. I want to cry thinking you’ll leave me one day. The day you were born was the greatest day of my life. I became a Mommy and nothing brings me more happiness than being your Mommy!