My son. My boy. My little man. My greatest work of art. Even though you're only a few months old right now, know that I am so proud of you. You can lift yourself up with your strong chubby legs, you smile at my weird faces(which just emphasizes the fact you are my flesh and blood), you lift your head up curiously during tummy time, and you reach for my fingers and your toys with such concentration. All of these things gives me such a sense of joy and pride that YOU, yes you, are mine. I couldn't have created a more perfect little mix of your Daddy and me, and even though I've only known you for a few months now, I know that you are the physical embodiment of all my motherhood dreams come true.
I can only imagine what you have in store for our little family in the future. What hobbies you will love, which ones you will be truly passionate about, who you will love, what kind of food you will enjoy...all of these things I am eagerly awaiting to know about you. To memorize and keep in my memory bank every small detail about your likes and dislikes, so that I can make you the happiest little boy there ever was.
I know there will be tough times. Some days you'll only want to cuddle your Dad, some days you'll be so angry with me when I'm just trying to teach you something, some days you'll cry for no reason and I won't know what to do, some days you won't even think of me. I know that you will grow older, you won't need me so desperately anymore, and that's okay. I want you to be on your own and independent. But I hope that you will always know that I want the best for you. You are my most special guy, and I will always be here for you when you need me. Because I, need you.