i love the way you are you.
you carry christmas in your heart. every piece of mail is a "present" and holiday tunes are your favorite to sing. please always be this way.
you care so much for your transformers watch. you seem to think it has special powers. and it probably does when you wear it.
you try so sweetly to ask for marshmallows, using words. and after fifty tries, when i still don't understand what you're desperately trying to communicate, you don't give up. i soon figure it out, and we both laugh.
you come home from therapy, running and yelling charlie!! then ask "where's papa?" for the rest of the night.
you make sure every door in the house is closed and every light turned on. and that i have my coat. even when it's seventy degrees out. and i'm only getting the mail.
you have favorite pages in favorite books, tracing every word and illustration as if you're reading them in a more beautiful way than i know how.
i love that
bacon cheers you up.
you call pancakes cupcakes.
you love wearing my shoes and scarves, and papa's hats.
you like bugs, reptiles and speckled frogs. almost as much as transformers.
when you see something you think is great, you say "wow! dat's pre-eee nice!" or "oh boy! oh boy! oh boy!"
you make me laugh and cry harder than i knew i could.
through the privilege of being your mama, i've learned to pray better and more. and about how grace really works. so thank you.
if i could go back and somehow have my old dreams granted, i'd pass up the chance. because what the lord does through your little life is more precious to me than anything i'd imagined. you're a champion boy and i'm super grateful to be your mama.