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Letters To My Children

Dear Benjamin,

I waited my whole life to be a mother. After so many years of caring for other people's children, I thought I knew what it would feel like to finally hold my own baby in my arms. But then you were born and all my preconceived notions of what I would feel for my child went out the window. You see, I greatly underestimated the love that would engulf me as I stared at your beautiful face for the first time.

I marveled at what your daddy and I had created. After nurturing you for nine months in my womb, I finally was able to look at the features that so clearly told us that you were ours. It was instantly obvious that you had my nose and that your gorgeous blue eyes and long dark eyelashes came from your father. You had a headful of blond hair and to us, you were 7 lbs, 9 ounces of absolute perfection.

The first year of your life passed too quickly. We loved every minute of watching you grow. Everywhere we went people would stop to tell us what a beautiful baby we had. After cooing over you for a few seconds, they would inevitably ask if you were always so happy. The answer was always yes. Your daddy and I considered ourselves so lucky to not only have a gorgeous baby boy, but such a content and happy one at that.

Your second year brought just as much joy as the first. We loved watching you learn how to walk, talk, and discover the world. You even learned how to swim! Your sweet personality continued to blossom and enchant anyone you came across. Your beautiful blond curls just added to your cuteness factor. I refused to let daddy cut them off, out of fear that it would make you look too grown up. I wanted you to stay my baby forever.

As you enter into the second half of your third year, it is painfully obvious that you are not a baby anymore though. You are taking this world by a storm and as much as I miss my baby, I am so proud of the little boy your are becoming. Every day you learn something new and you always point it out to us. Your daddy calls you "Captain Obvious" because you always point out everything you see. You are coming up with your own ideas and your silly side is really starting to show now. You make us laugh every day and we look forward to each new one that comes our way with you.

I thought I knew what a mother's love felt like. Then you were born. And just when I think I can't love you any more than I possibly do at this very moment, I look at you again and my heart grows a little more. I love you more than words can say, my sweet boy. I look forward to seeing what 2011 has in store for you...and for us.

Love,
Mommy

Dear Baby,

I call you "Baby" because your daddy and I still haven't picked out a name for you yet, even though you are due to enter this world any day now. The anticipation of finally meeting you is intense...we just can't wait to look into your eyes for the very first time and cover your sweet face with kisses. The moment I found out that you were growing inside me (on Mother's Day, in fact) I wept for the love that I already felt for you. Knowing the kind of love I have for your big brother, I already knew what I could expect when I hold you for the first time. That anticipation has carried me through these past several months as we have waited and prepared for your arrival.

You have so much waiting for you here, Peanut. You are so lucky because not only do you have a mommy and daddy who will love you unconditionally for the rest of your life, but you also have a big brother who is eagerly waiting for you. Benjamin talks about you, his baby brother, all the time and has graciously given you his old room and his very special blankie for you to cuddle with.

You also have many grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins who love you already. All of our friends keep asking if it's time for you to arrive yet, but apparently you are still quite content in you current housing situation. Though I am eager to meet you, I keep reminding myself that you will come out when you are ready. So whenever that might be, sweet baby boy, I will be ready for you. I love you already and I can't wait to meet you...very, very soon, I hope.

Love,
Mommy

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  1. Alison you have such a way with words it is incredible! Congratulations for you guys! I cannot wait to meet the little guy when he decides to enter the world!

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