Year 10
To my sweet boy, Year 10. Ooph. Double digits. It feels like just yesterday I was waiting for your dad to get home to take me to the hospital to deliver you. I was in awe of you. I had already studied you from inside the womb. I felt I knew you. I knew how you loved to push boundaries (right against my ribs) and I joke how I was teaching you to obey from the womb. You made me crave peanut butter which is still one of your favorite foods. Fast forward. I think the last letter I wrote to you on the eve of your birthday was in 2020. Anyone reading this will chuckle at the mention of that year. Lord have mercy. My word for that year was “new” and boy did it bring a lot of “new”. Here’s a direct quote from my last letter to you, “I’m excited to see the “New” things He will do this year. Part of my “New” I promise to you is an investment in you. Addie takes a lot of my attention and energy. I feel like you often get the short end of the stick. But we will discove