He is a growing weed, doing something new and exciting each day. Such as: Standing alone, walking more, says NaNa, Mhm (every time he has something he likes!), Mo (for more), following my EVERY move!
On that note, the other night as I was looking at Daniel in his sweet slumber, I got the urge to write him a letter. I found this idea on Pinterest..writing a letter each year, and giving to him on his 18th birthday. I know it is two months away from him being the big ONE, but it was in this moment that I knew would be perfect to write his first letter.
Daniel,
You are almost a one year old, and growing so beautifully.
To this day, I look at you every morning and am still in awe that you are mine.
I remember wanting you so badly, and to feel your love each day. However, I
never could have imagined what being your mother would entail. Your love is so
strong and so sweet, that even when I am in the worst of moods, one glimpse of
you makes it all better. You love to test my temper, but right as I am getting
to my limit, you flash your toothy grin and I cant help but smile myself. I
love watching you learn new words and gestures. It’s funny because every time
you learn something new, you associate it with everything. I assume it’s your
way of remembering. The way you light up when daddy gets home from work makes
my heart burst with happiness, even though you get really hyper and never want
to settle down. I love when you wake up in the morning, eyes all squinty, hair
a mess, and you start to mumble your words. You are always so happy to start
the day, and no one will take that away from you. When you are sad, I promise
to always comfort you. And when you are scared, I will be there to take the
fear away. I love the way you crawl over to me, wherever I am (even in the
bathroom), and start laughing because you’ve found me. I secretly love when you
are clingy and don’t let me get anything done, because I would much rather
cuddle with you than fold laundry. When you fall and can immediately start
laughing, it reminds me that pain is only temporary, a lesson I hope you have
instilled in you growing up. You have taught me so many lessons in these short
12 months, more than I have learned in my 21 years. I am constantly second
guessing my parenting, but when you are smiling in your sweet sleep, those
worries fade away. Seeing the way your daddy loves you, leaves me with such
peace. You will both share an inseparable bond, one that I enjoy watching
strengthen each day. In the middle of the night, when you cry and I dread going
to get you, my heart melts as you wrap your arms around me and drift back to
sleep. As your mother, I will always protect you; along with let you learn some
lessons the hard way. I will be there when you fail, and I will help you get
back to the top. You are so insightful and wise, the way I see you think about
something or when you are looking upon someone. I pray that you will be
faithful to God, as he has created you and watched over you since you were an
unborn baby. "My son, observe the commandment of your father and do
not forsake the teaching of your mother; bind them continually on your heart;
tie them around your neck. When you walk about, they will guide you; when you
sleep, they will watch over you; and when you awake, they will talk to you. For
the commandment is a lamp and the teaching is light; and reproofs for
discipline are the way of life."
No matter how old you may be, you will always be my baby.
Love,
Momma
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