You are getting taller and growing out of that cradle-in-my-arms stage. I let you give me open mouth smooches on my cheeks as the drool runs fast and my heart melts all the faster.
My eighteen-month old baby, can you stay just that? A baby?
Soon you will be riding bikes, scraping knees and climbing trees.
I love you, my sweet boy.
You have a feisty spirit and and a will that is strong. May you use this stubborn energy and gutsy strength for good. May you grow up to be a leader with convictions strong. May you lay down the reigns and harness that strength to the Father's will and way; for His glory.
A mother to a boy, there is nothing like it. May you always treat women like ladies and honor them like your Daddy does your Mommy.
I love you my sweet baby boy... for as long as I have you as a baby, I will cherish this time. I will bottle it up... moment by moment.
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