I don’t know when we crossed the line from talking about you in months to years. But I forgot to mourn that passing.
When I put you to bed at night, I pray silently that time will stop, that you will forever want me to hold you and rock you before bed. That you will never outgrow snuggling in bed with your mommy and having books read to you.
I know now that you’re three, you really shouldn’t have that pacifier anymore, but watching you sleep with it is the last glimpse I have of you as a baby and I’m holding onto that final image with all my might.
Since you were born, I understand more deeply what unconditional love is. And while I love you beyond words, I know that my God loves you more. And I am so thankful for that.
I pray for your spouse, for your career, and for your future friends. That they will be just as amazing as you are and contribute to your life, not take away from it.
I love the pictures you draw, the stories you make up, and the dances you perform. You are so creative–please don’t lose that when you go to school, meet people that tell you it’s not cool, or receive negative comments. Hurt people will try to hurt you, please don’t let them.
My beautiful Elliott Quinn, I am beyond proud to be your mama. Enjoy your day, your special adventure, and your new fish tank. And please don’t kill all the fish.