Sweet Baby Boy

Dear Boston,

Today is the day after your second Christmas, 2007 and I am at work in the afternoon, when I should be home with you. Grammy Cash came to visit and so she is watching you and although I know you are okay, oh how it breaks my heart to ever leave you. I decided to start this blog today and I wish that I would have started it before you were born. I hope that you can reflect upon it someday at realize as much as possible how much your Mommy loves you. You and your Daddy and Snuggles are my entire world and I don't care about anything else as long as I have you guys.

You are getting so big these days; almost 18 months. Everyday you amazing me at how smart you are getting and how big you have grown. It seems like yesterday that I could snuggle you up in one arm and now you are so big that I can only hold you for a couple minutes at a time. We just found out last week that you are going to have a little brother or a sister in August and your Daddy and I are so excited/nervous. Excited because we want you to have a playmate, a partner in crime. I am so close to my sister and I want you to have that too. I'm also nervous that you will be jealous and I fear that I won't be able to give both of you all the love and attention you need, but I promise I will do whatever I possibly can to devote my life to you guys.

Boston, your personality is so darling these days. You have always been so full of personality. I love your bond with Curious George and how you love to kiss him and pretend to feed him. Your such a little lover, not a fighter at all and I know the girls will just go crazy someday! You are getting so smart. I love to ask you questions like "cause there who's clues? " and you know there "BLUES!!" I can instruct you to pull the drain in the tub, or tell you it's tubby time and you completely understand. I love how you point to your temple and say "EYES!" I love your fasination with airplanes and the motor boat sound you make for them. You have always been so cute and vocal like that. Lots of raspberries and motor boats from the time you were tiny.

It's really hard for you when I leave these days. I want you to feel secure that I will always come back and even when I am gone I am always with you. You are a part of me in everyway. You get so frightened and sad when I even leave the room sometimes and I want to take that fear from you. I love you my beautiful, beautiful boy.

Always,
Mommy