Your breath smells like heaven. I kiss your cheeks and tickle your sides and you explode with that infectious giggle. You steal my heart, over and over and over again.
You are getting taller and growing out of that cradle-in-my-arms stage. I let you give me open mouth smooches on my cheeks as the drool runs fast and my heart melts all the faster.
My eighteen-month old baby, can you stay just that? A baby?
Soon you will be riding bikes, scraping knees and climbing trees.
I love you, my sweet boy.
You have a feisty spirit and and a will that is strong. May you use this stubborn energy and gutsy strength for good. May you grow up to be a leader with convictions strong. May you lay down the reigns and harness that strength to the Father’s will and way; for His glory.
A mother to a boy, there is nothing like it. May you always treat women like ladies and honor them like your Daddy does your Mommy.
I love you my sweet baby boy… for as long as I have you as a baby, I will cherish this time. I will bottle it up… moment by moment.
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