This is Emerson's birthweek. Yes, that's right, "week". Days just aren't good enough around here.
I panic a little when I think about how quickly those days have turned into years and how they have flown by. I vividly remember looking in the backseat of our car on the way home from the hospital and seeing his tiny newborn body. I remember thinking how scared I was of him. How fragile he was, how inadequate I felt. I remember how tired I was from lack of sleep and how frustrated I was from not knowing how to console his crying. I remember thinking my life would never be the same. And I am so glad that it is not.
This little guy has brought more happiness and fulfillment into my life than I could have ever imagined. My love for him is a mighty love. A love that is felt and stored deep inside the soul. If I think about it too much, I cry. It is unwavering and steadfast. He is my champion. It is my goal to be his. I want him to be a good boy. I want to be a good mom. He makes me laugh, he includes me in his imagination, he tells me when I am out of line, he comforts me during hard times. His smile is medicine and his arms around me is the greatest feeling in the world. He is the perfect kind of silly. He is a tease and a jokester.
Oh, this kid. What would I ever do without him?
Emerson, you are wonderful, special and kind. You are tender. You have a hunger for what is right and what is true. You listen and obey. You are wise beyond your years. An old soul. You don't understand mean people. That is a good thing. Just stay away from them. You crave kisses and hugs. You are very good at showing your love. You are a marvelous and willing helper. Thank you for that. Service is love. Your giggle is contagious. You don't take yourself too seriously. You find joy in life. That's what it is all about.
Keep smiling kiddo.
Mommy loves you, oh yes I do.
