Oh my sweet boy. My baby. You remind me so often that you aren’t a baby any more, but a big boy now. I know. I see it in your independence, your wit, your sense of humor, your strong will, and your courage. But no matter how big you get, you’ll always be my baby. You’ll never be so big that I won’t want to snuggle you or hold your hand or watch you sleep or try to keep you safe. You’ll never be so big that I won’t see those fat baby cheeks and that one little dimple. Even when you’re big like Daddy, you’ll always be my baby.
I loved you from the first time I held you. I loved you from the first moment I saw those chubby cheeks. I loved you from the first time I heard that sweet voice. I loved you from the first breath you took. I loved you from “It’s a Boy!” and I loved you from “I’m pregnant!” I think I’ve loved you forever.
Happy Birthday, my sweet baby boy! Thank you for making our family complete.
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I still feel that way about your Sweet Daddy, Maggie!