A note to my son...

Hey sunshine, 

You are officially the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I love you more than I can say...  Your daddy gets a bit miffed when I say that, but it's true. 

Your current favorite activities when you get home from daycare are nursing, eating solid foods, and playing trucks with your mama.  - Not necessarily in that order.

Your mama's favorite activities when she gets home from work are playing trucks, feeding you, snuggling you, and hanging out with your daddy.  Again, not necessarily in that order.  Although, playing trucks is right up there! 

At this point, I don't know who you will be.  Maybe you'll be an engineer.  We are related to  a lot of them.  Maybe you'll be a non-engineer like your mama.  There aren't a lot of us in the family.  Maybe you'll be a chef, or a librarian like your adopted aunt Jessi or an IT guy like a lot of the menfolk in your family or your adopted uncle Kevin...  Maybe you'll just be yourself.  Not a lot of folks get to do that, but that's my hope for you.  I hope you can be you, and never feel the need to apologize. 

You scare me sometimes.  You fall asleep in my arms so readily.  You smile when I sneak - not so stealthily - around the corner - and give the baby belly laugh.  My hope for you, and for myself as well perhaps, is that you will always find joy in someone not so stealthily sneaking up on you and grinning.  Long live the belly laugh, and individualism.

Love, your Mama.