M.

When you saw this picture on my camera last night, you said to me, "Remember when you was holding me when I was sleeping and you had lots tears because you loved me?"

It's true. The other night, I crawled in bed with you and held you for a good long while. I had a good cry while you were sleeping, but I guess you were kind of awake, if you remember me being there. I try to explain to you how happy I am to see you grow so big and strong, but how much I, in turn, miss my tiny baby Morgan boy that used to fit so perfectly in my arms. You still belong there, but a little less so now. I feel like that I'll-love-you-forever-I'll-like-you-for-always momma in that ragged blue book on your shelf. My mom used to cry and cry when she read that book to me. Now I know why. I'm that mom now. And here I am with a boy (or two) that won't stop growing.

I love you so much my heart hurts in my chest. You're my soul mate boy. How my heart yearns for when you and I were so brand new to each other. It's only been a few years, but how fast it has come and gone. And now you're a big, brave four year-old with an imagination as big as the sky. My sweet Morgan boy. I love you.