NINE!
Dang it Will, you’re growing fast, my lil man. I know there’s nothing really little about you anymore. Your hands are now bigger than mine. Your feet bigger than mine. I can still claim to be taller, but I have zero confidence I’ll be able to say the same thing next year. And sometimes when we cuddle, I’m not sure if I’m cuddling you or you’re cuddling me. Seems you’re the bigger one these days, and I find all of that amazingly crazy!
You were my first born. My lil man! We’ve recently joked about you only being around the house another 9 years until you’re “all grown up and on your way outta the house.” We laugh and then I tell you to stop saying that as my eyes well up with tears. You laugh. I laugh. But inside, OUCH. Only 9 more years??! These past 9 years have been a blink; I can’t imagine you on your way out in only 9 more.
So on this special day, I tell you that I love you. Just as I tell you every day. I had NO idea what being a Mom would be like and how I would feel. No one can tell you. You have to experience it to know.
I know that I love you with all my heart. I know that you changed my life in the most amazing ways. I know that you are an incredible kid with a huge heart. I know, at 9, you’re entering a new stage, there’s girls, there’s “feelings,” there’s friendships changing, there’s the basic stuff of growing up that’s gonna come your way. I know I have no idea what’s coming. I know you’re going to try some stupid things, and I know you’re going to do some amazing things.
And I know I’m thrilled to be along for the ride. As your Mom. Much, much love to you lil man!
Happy Birthday! Love, Mom
