A love letter to my little guy on his second Valentine's day.
Dearest Sam:
Happy heart day, my little Sam-man. You are my fella, my buddy, my snuggler, my mister-mister. Your tossled hair, each morning, is my favorite. So are your dance moves and all of the wonderful faces that you make. I love that you love to be silly. I am amazed by all that you know and how quickly you catch onto things. I cannot tell you how blessed I feel to be your mama.
It is not quite 6am, as I write this. You haven't cried or knocked at your door yet to let us know you are awake. But, I hear you in your room playing your Baby Beethoven cd. I love how much you love music.
On the days that I am home with you, I love our little routines of book reading, block building, puzzles, trips to the library, and those wonderful post-nap snuggles where you tuck your arms in under yourself and just snuggle right up to me.
On the days that I work, I always come home to find you bigger and older than I remembered. How does that happen? Do you really change while I am gone? Or do I just remember you a little bit littler than you actually are?
I am trying to soak in these last few weeks of our "it's just the two of us" time. Things are going to change soon and I know that it will be for the better, but it feels a bit bittersweet. For now, I am loving all of the belly kisses
that you give the baby and the so-sweet way you say his name.
I love you Samuel P. and am glad to call you my valentine.
All my love,
Mama
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