Night Cap

For my little boy,
Right now as I type this out, you're laying next to me on the couch drinking your bottle all by yourself. It's hard to believe you're 8 months old already. You're growing so fast and it's hard to keep up. I'm thinking back to the day I held you for the first time (when I realized and was with it enough to enjoy it) you were taken from me to be rushed off to the NICU due to very low blood sugars. After that I argued with the doctors until I was finally with you again. I looked at you the same way I'm looking at you now. Amazed by how lucky I am to have such a healthy, perfect little boy. You're so smart and are doing new things everyday. Today you got back up on your hands and knees after "trying to fly" in no time. You had no struggles and are getting so close to crawling. You're also grabbing my hands, climbing up me trying to stand up. You're more interested being on the go than staying in one spot. Your dad is very excited for you to begin walking and crawling.. I on the other hand am terrified. I love and hate watching you grow at the same time. I want you to be my little baby forever, as long as you promise me you'll never be too old to snuggle, or give mommy hugs & kisses. By the way, I just asked you and you smiled at me and said "eeeAAHH" that's close enough to yeah!!

Words can't explain the love your dad and I have for you. You are the world to us and we're so excited to continue watching you grow and learn every day. We both Love you always, and couldn't be luckier to have a more perfect little boy.

Mommy.