Sunday, September 4, 2011
Eight years ago, you emerged screaming in rage from my belly and spent the first three years of your life trying to catch up to your big brother. Those were hard years, for all of us.
The last five years of your life have been easier. You've settled into your own. You are your own person, to be sure.
You love Gogos and Legos.
You love to draw and write stories.
You love "Mama bread" and "family milk."
You love back scratches and "feather touch" on your belly.
You have many, many friends who adore you.
You are such a fun, quirky kiddo.
I am so lucky to be your mother.
I love you, Sam-a-lamb. So very, very much.