That’s a lie.  He’s still my baby, and he’ll always be my baby.  Future wife…I promise this will not make him a momma’s boy, just a boy who loves his Mommy.  Even if he refuses to say “Mommy”.

Dear Baby D,

You and I have been through a lot together.  We survived the storm, we survived Staten Island, we moved back home, we kept Miss A from drowning you, we made it through months of constant kisses from you fur-brother, we tackled Disney with you attached to me, we walked countless hours around town together, we’ve had dirty diaper blowouts, vomit in my hair, my hair in your mouth and my heart in  your hands.  Your happiness is contagious.  Your smile lights up the room.  You brighten everyone’s day.  I never imagined I could love another baby as much as I love Miss A, but you’ve proven that I have more love inside of me than I knew I could ever feel.  You make me proud every day.  You have made this family a better one by simply being you.  My silly, independent, strong, curious, content boy.  My heart could burst with happiness when I think of how lucky we are to have you.  You have been a pleasure since you came into our lives.  I know that as you grow you will be less and less my baby boy.  You will test your limits and struggle to communicate and learn what it means to be frustrated.  I will miss this year I had you as my baby to snuggle and my buddy on all of my outings…but I am really excited for you to teach me more about this raising a boy thing I’m doing!  Keep growing little man, and never lose that sweetness you have.  I hope that this year brings you everything you never knew you wanted, because if it brings you all of the things you DO want, then we need to buy new phones & replace our remote controls!

With all of my love from now until forever…more than all the sand on the beach…

Mommy