Happy Birthday to my sweet little boy! Well, you're not so little anymore. You're 5 today. I can't believe it's been 5 years since I brought you home from the hospital. I still remember how tiny you were. That's why I called you "Beanie". Tiny and skinny, just like a string bean.
But look how you've grown. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Five years ago, I wouldn't have guessed my colicky, non-stop crying, always-needed-to-be-held baby would turn into the independent, funny, intelligent, compassionate little man that you are.
You're the best son a mommie could ever have. As much as I've tried to teach you and nurture you these past 5 years, I think you've done an equally, if not better, job in teaching me. You've taught me what innocence is, what it's like to see the world in your eyes. You've taught me to how to stop and just smell the flowers...literally. You've taught me the names of every skateboarding trick there is out there and no matter how many times I get it wrong, you say, "it's ok, Mommie." But most of all, you've taught me to love someone unconditionally. I love hearing you call me "mommie" or "mama" or yes, even "mom". I couldn't ask for anything more.
I find myself staring at you sometimes. Just because. Because of your smile. Because of the goofy dance you're doing. Because of your silly rendition of the latest pop song. Because of the things you say to me. Just because. And I smile. I guess I'm hoping if I stare long enough, I can freeze this moment in time. Because I never want those moments to end. Don't grow up too fast, Beanie. I know you're ready...but I'm not.
I am so grateful and blessed for the wonderful gift you are giving me every day! You make my smile, you make me cry, you make me sing, you make me dance. You are, and forever will be...my angel, my Beanie, the love of my life!
Happy Birthday, sweetie!!! I love you lots!
Love,
Mama
