My sweet boy, as I sit here thinking about you and what I wanted to say to you, I am flooded with ten years of memories. Ten years of laughter, tears, hugs, kisses, triumphs, accomplishments, and a multitude of other memories.
You were/are my dream come true. If you had not come into our lives, there would have been such a whole in my life, my heart. You make our family complete. If I had taken pen to paper and wrote down all the things I’d hoped you be… I would have described YOU.
I can remember the feeling I had the day I gave birth to you. When the doctor placed you in my arms, I was filled with a love like I’ve never known. Your eyes were wide open and looked right at me and I knew you were my heart outside of my body. I had heard this description before, and knew at that moment there was no more apt description than that.
You were such a good baby. You always slept through the night. You smiled and laughed a lot. I miss those days. I do miss you being a baby, a toddler, a little boy. But…
…I am humbled by the young man you are becoming.
You make me laugh… Every. Single. Day. I so hope you always keep your sense of humor. And more importantly, that you always find it so easy to laugh, as you do now. Your laughter is music to my ears. What a jokester you are, with your quick wit.
Speaking of wit, I’m amazed at your intelligence. I truly don’t think there’s nothing you can’t do. The one thing that comes to mind is your acting. You have a natural ability. A knack for it. Yet, you work hard to learn the craft and gain better skills.
I love the way you hold your finger to the side of your head near your right eye when you’re in deep thought. You can see the wheels turning.
I’m so proud of you. I admire your sweetness. Your kindness. The way you worry about others, and want everyone to be happy. You have a huge heart!
My hopes and dreams for you my dear son, is for you to be happy. I want you to be the best you can be, always. I hope you always stand up for what you believe in. And never give up.
I heard someone say the other day that they regretted not writing a letter to their child once a year, so that when they turned 21, they could give them to her as a gift tied in a ribbon. I too, regret that I have not done that… but from here on out, I hope to continue to write you a letter monthly that is figuratively wrapped in a ribbon.
I love you, Cody, with all my heart!
I am participating in a ‘Letters to Our Sons’ project with a wonderful group of bloggers with sons (some may also have daughters) to write monthly letters to our sons. This is my first letter. These monthly letters and photographs are a part of a circle. We will be publishing our letters on the first Fridays of every month. Since this was my first letter, I talked about his whole life, but each letter hereafter will be more specific to the month just passing. All images above were taken in the month of January. So please follow and check out the circle continuing with my fellow blogger Penelope’s letter.