Letter to Luke

Luke Matthew,

You are three! I still can't wrap my head around it. Three! I always hear other mommies talk about how the years have flown by, but in all honesty I feel like it's been me and you for forever. I can't remember my life before you. And that is perfectly fine by me. You made me a better person and you made me experience true unconditional love. I loved before but nothing like the way I love you. I live and breathe for you. I look at you & can't believe you are all mine.

You are growing up so fast. Seems like everyday you learn something new. I defintely underestimate you at times. When I think you are too young to understand or too young to do something, you prove me wrong. I look at you in pure amazement. You are the perfect combination of me and your dad. You have his wit and my heart. You're gold kid, gold! Except for our dance moves. Sorry buddy, it was helpless from the very beginning. We are just keeping the stereotype alive that white people can't dance. But don't make that keep you from dancing. Dance. Listen to your mama on this one, your wife will love you for it one day.

I am not at all surprised at how wonderful you are at being a big brother. Logan loves you so much. And I am almost positive once he gets a little older and wants to play with your toys that you will be more than happy to share.....

I love your imagination. You turned a couple of moving boxes into a train yesterday. I was baking cookies and you kept pulling at my leg to show off your contraption. I climbed in the caboose while you drove me to Nana's and I started to tear up. My baby is not a baby any longer. You are a little boy. The perfect little boy. I love you inside & out. I can't wait to see how you grown in the next year.

All my love,
Mom