On this day, two years ago, I wrote you a letter. I was filled with excitement and anticipation, yet oddly peaceful about the next day. I knew you were finally going to be here. And though you were a bit of a surprise, as you grew in me, I knew with every day how much our family needed you.
We called you "Sparky." You were so active in my belly. And you have never stopped. Your first year we named you "Peepers," because you never blinked. You didn't want to miss a thing! Since then you have earned many other names including "Wrecking Ball." Life with you is never dull. You go, go, go constantly. It is amazing you momma isn't in better shape!
You are all boy. You love trucks, trains, Mickey Mouse, and loud noises. Pestering your brother is also a favorite, yet you adore him even more. You hate car seats, riding in buggies, time-out or anything that forces you to sit.
Even though you are a bit of a wild man, your heart is bigger than that big, blonde head of yours. You are my cuddle bug. As much as I hate your 5:30 wake-up time, I adore your morning snuggles. (And thank you to your daddy who wakes up many mornings with you.)
Sometimes they say being a mother is a thankless job. It is easy to feel that way when I am wrangling your muddy clothes off of you or picking up the hundredth basket of toys you have thrown out. But your sweet hugs, kisses, a pat on the back with a "my momma," is worth more than money could buy.
I love you, Gaines Alton. Thank you for another year of wonderful you.