To my Son,
When I found out you were going to be a boy, I'll admit, I was a little unsure. I felt completely ill-equipped. I'm not really what you would call an outdoor girl, not really big on animals, or dirt, or monster trucks or the like. I was nervous. You were born on a Saturday morning at 9:53 weighing a little over 8 pounds. You struggled the first few minutes of your life outside my belly, but you pulled through with flying colors. After a whirlwind of visitors during those first few hours and a little bit of sleep for Mommy and Daddy, I finally got to get a good look at you and have a proper meeting between you and I. I was completely smitten. You stole my heart. You were so cuddly, I couldn't help but just sit there and hold you and stare at you. Any nerves that I had about having a boy, you put those at ease during our first meeting.
The first few months, you struggle with some reflux. Your Dad and I felt so bad for you because you couldn't seem to get any relief. You and I became best buds during those months. It seemed as though I was the only one who could soothe you. Around 4 months old, you started to come out of it and became this amazingly happy child. You smiled all the time. I watched you find a new love in your life...your sister. You would just sit there and stare at her, watching her every move. I remember one day, she finally got you to laugh. You were sitting in your walker and she got you so tickled. You laughed and laughed! It was precious! Mum Mum was your first word, Da Da came next, and a few words later came Sis Sis. You love your toys. You could sit for an hour in the same spot, just playing with your toys. You took your first steps four days before your first birthday. You are such a happy child, with such a sweet disposition.
Your happy spirit has been such a blessing to our family. I simply cannot wait to watch you grow up. I can see you are going to be a very inquisitive, loving, kind and good-natured child. I am honored to be your mom and promise I will give you my best every day.
Love,
Momma
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You really need to stop posts like this! or I need to remember my box of tissues before I start to read! Happy 1st Birthday sweet Garrett!
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