My beautiful boy,
I can’t believe you’re entering your 9th year, your last before double digits. You’re now half way to 18, half way to being a grown man. When did you get so old? And, how did you get so tall (up to my shoulder)? Time is going by so fast and I just know that I’m going to wake up tomorrow and you’ll be leaving for college. Please stop growing up so fast.
I love the person you’re turning out to be. You are a true mix of your daddy and I. You have a fiery temper and love to read like me and you inherited your love of drawing and your jokester personality from your dad.
You bring so much to our family. And, I can’t imagine life without you in it. You are a constant source of love, laughter, fun, confusion, frustration and joy. You make me think and grow in ways I couldn’t have even imagined. You are the best thing to ever happen to me, and I thank God, every day, that you’re mine.
I love you so much,