Dear Andy

Dear Andy,
Today is the last day, the very last day that you will be a baby. In just a few short hours, the clock will tick away at your title of baby and you will become a toddler. I will miss every moment of it. I'm excited for the future, of what you will become. I look forward to you sleeping ALL the way through the night EVERY night. I look forward to you walking and running and picking up your toys and everything else in the next year to come. But, I will miss oh so dearly the first tender moments we spent in the hospital together and the hours that we spent up together during the night. I'll miss the nights that you slept in bed with me and daddy because that's where you slept best. I'll miss you learning to sit up, roll over, army crawl, and then just when I thought you never would, crawling. I'll miss your long hair that we cut away because it was just too long. I'll miss those little not so smelly diapers that have all too quickly became big, oh so smelly diapers. I'll miss your tiny little outfits that I never thought you'd grow into that are already too small. Andy promise me, PROMISE ME, that whatever you become, wherever you go, however old you grow that I can call you my little baby, even if it's just a secret between you and me. Tomorrow, I'll sing you Happy Birthday with all the enthusiasm that I have. There's so much to look forward to. I love you.

Love,
Mama