Dear sweet boy,
There are a couple of things you should know about your mama: firstly, I get sappy weepy easily (stop rolling your eyes with your dad's “duh” look on your face), and I will hunt down any girl that breaks your heart (although said girl should be way more scared of your aunts).
Today I was on my way to grandma's to pick you up and I just started crying- like those ugly tears I'm sure you've seen me get. I realized there's going to come a time when you don't come to me when you get hurt (oh, gosh, here come the tears again). A time when you don't just crawl up into my lap to give me a hug then go back to playing.
You took your first steps yesterday and while I was SO ecstatic that you started taking steps, at the same time I could see you walking across that graduation stage on your way to being an adult.
I feel as though I've missed out on so much time with you already because there were dishes to put away or more laundry to fold or I just didn't put my phone or ipad down and play with you.
No more of that nonsense (I'm not saying I'm perfect and won't slip up every now and then). The dishes and the laundry and the emails can wait until your asleep. They certainly aren't going anywhere (trust me, I've tried). I just want to be there more.