Dear Henry

My dearest Little Bit,

You aren't feeling very well today. You went to bed super early last night and woke me up at 3:30 a.m. ready to get up and play. We snuggled on the couch with a few books and your favorite blankie for a couple of hours before I finally made you lay back down. I don't know if you ever actually went back to sleep or not, you were wide awake when I woke up at eight. I'm sure you'll be ready for a long nap in just a little while - and Mommy is ready for a nap too.

I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. You are such a perfect, amazing little boy. God really spent a lot of time making you just right for me. I pray all the time that you will have a wonderful life, full of love and magic and promises that Mommy and Daddy can keep. One day you'll understand why that is so important to me.

You are growing and changing so much every day. You listen so well (well, sometimes) and you are becoming quite the ball of energy. You never stay still! It's exhausting for Mommy to keep up sometime but that's okay, I wouldn't trade chasing you around all day for anything.

Your room is almost finished and it's going to be sooo great! Mommy painted and bought all sorts of fun things to put up there and Mammal bought you a new dresser for Christmas. I'll have to teach you how to open and close the drawers and put all your clothes away. One day you'll sleep upstairs all by yourself but it will probably be awhile from now, I want you to be excited about having your own room first.

In a couple of weeks, you will be 18 months old. That means that you're half way between being one and two. You're growing up so fast!! I can't believe how fast, really. I want you to be my little baby forever, but I know that that is selfish of me. I want you to grow up and experience all the wonderful things the life can offer to you too. It's just hard to let go sometimes.

I just wanted you to know how much I love you, always. Even while you're sitting here rubbing your sticky fingers all over my clean clothes and dumping the box of hotwheels I just picked up all over the floor. (See, you're a handful!) And that will never change, no matter what. I will always love you, butters. Always.

Your Biggest Fan,
Mommy