These days have passed so quickly.
They told me that the years would be oh so short. I laughed. And again, I was wrong.
These years have been the shortest of my life. You remind me often that you're "almost 4. Till April." It makes my heart hurt seeing you grow up so fast.
They told me that it would feel like my heart was walking outside my body. They were right.
Everything you do, everything you say, it makes me want to explode (sometimes in anger, sometimes in pride, sometimes in excitement and sometimes in fear).
They said that I would be proud of you. Of everything you became, and everything you did (well, almost everything you did ;) ). And they were right. I am.
You made me a mom. I prayed for a boy. A boy who would love sports as much as I do. Who wanted to play ball, and be rough and tumble, and be loving and kind. You are all of those things, and so much more. Wrapped up in the body of a handsome little fellow that God has allowed me to parent. You are my pride. You are my joy. And I'm so very grateful I get to call you my son.
