Dear baby boy.

You're sweeter and smarter and more full of life every month, little one. It's easy to feel saddened and overwhelmed by how quickly you're growing, but for the most part, I'm not fighting it. Time gives you complexity. Time makes you more you, and I'm terribly fortunate to have a front seat in that process. 

Still, I think what I love most are the moments when time stands still. I bring you into our bed to nurse between 4 and 5 every morning, and you fall back to sleep with your head nuzzled into my neck. Your breath is warm and milky sweet, and what little hair you have smells slightly floral, like baby shampoo. This is why women become mothers. This is why the human race continues. 

When you wake, you're all smiles and coos and lately, high-pitched screams. You are so certain that what you have to say is worth being heard, loudly. One day, you will learn how important it is to listen. For now, that's our job. 

I so look forward to learning what you're thinking and what your dreams become. But no rush, baby. Take your time. 

My love, always,
your mama


  1. Isn't it just the most amazing thing in the entire world, being a little boy's momma? So many feels! <3


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