My dear, dear Blake,
I love you to the moon and back. I love you like I never knew I could. Your eyes are heaven, your smiles are so precious, and your laugh to die for. From fingers to toes you are the most incredible miracle I have ever witnessed. Each and every moment I spend being your mom teaches me something new. I learn about myself and my limits. I learn about you and your amazing growth. I learn about this world we live in and the beauty that surrounds us. You are great! You are great in so many ways.
At three months you are babbling like mad. I will sit working on the computer and have you keeping me company in your bouncy seat in the office. For the most part you will sit quietly and swat at your keys. Then, without warning, you will spew a stream of babble that is so riveting I will stop my typing and just listen to you go on and on about something, of which I only wish I could understand. You have so many things to tell me, I know. I can see the importance of each effort to speak glinting in your eyes. You have captured me, most certainly Littleman.
These three months have gone by in a crawl of cold weather and very few outings. I don't like taking you out in the frigid air. It is really not pleasant. So we usually just cuddle at home, especially if dad needs the car to go to work. When he is home we do much of the same. Sitting, cuddling, watching a movie here, watching you roll on the floor there. Boy! You are growing too fast. I will probably be thinking this for the rest of time, but it is the truth.
The moment I think I have a handle on all of your new tricks you go and do something amazing. You grab things with both hands. You smile and light up when you see people you recognize. You love getting tickles. You hate loud surprises. There is so much about your sweet personality that we catch glimpses of and we are so grateful you are ours.
All the love in the world,
Mama
