I’m writing to you while rocking you to sleep for your nap. I peer down at your calm little face. Lovie being sucked on instead of a paci. Eleven months staring at that sweet face. It’s a bit chunkier. Rounder. But I still see that little newborn face in it that we met eleven months ago. The one that was calm but skeptical of who we were.
And now I see peace and security in your little face. Knowing that you’re always safe in your mama’s arms.
You’re busier nowadays. Exploring everything in the world. Eager to knock over Harrison’s Lego tower or destroy his neatly placed line of cars. You squeal in excitement to see the ones you love. You find Harrison’s insistence on lovingly calling you “stinky John John” hilarious. It’s like your little personality was unlocked this month. Your big, dramatic, loving personality. And it’s so much fun getting to know our little Jonathan Brooksie.
Only one more monthly letter, little boy. A letter to celebrate your first birthday. It all has gone just too fast. And I’d give anything to be able to do it all again.
I love you so big, little one.
Love,
Mommy
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