The Birthday Boy!


Dear Nub,

Today you are ten years old. Ten. I can’t even believe it. I’ve been weepy for days. My little tiny baby who used to fit so sweetly in the crook of my left arm has turned into this Boy Child who barely fits on my lap. Although you will quite happily climb up there without too much prodding on my part. Thank goodness. You’re still loving and affectionate, even in public! It remains one of my most favorite things about you. That, and your capacity for kindness. My sweet boy.

Happy Birthday, Nub!

We love you. So very much. You’ve made our life so much more than I ever dreamt it could be. Simply by being you.

Mama, Daddy, Dub and Bub


It’s Raining in Baltimore…

I miss you.

Some days more than others. Some days it’s almost like a physical ache. Some days it’s like a goddamned punch in the gut.

I don’t have any answers. And I think that may be the crappiest part. No one wants to talk about it. It hurts them too. I can understand that. I can barely talk about it without crying and it’s been seven years. Seven years. Seven years since some drunken asshole hit you while you were crossing the street and then drove off. I hope they caught the person who did it. I don’t know if they did…

It’s funny, but I can’t remember what made me think about you today.Just a little something in passing, I guess. I am going out next week, it’s my best friend’s birthday. You would have liked her. Correction, you would have LOVED her. It will be the first time I have gone out since I had Bub. I believe there will have to be the obligatory Bat and a Ball in your honor. She knows all about them too.

It’s the least I can do for the man who taught me everything I know…love you.

Another Year Older…

Dear Dub,

Happy Birthday, my beautiful, sweet boy. Today you are three. And so very grown up it makes me want to cry. Where did the time go? It seems like only yesterday that I was still pregnant with you. I know it’s cliche, but it is so true.You had to be induced because you were in no big hurry to come out. Honestly, I think if it were up to you you’d STILL be in there! You did NOT want to leave mah belly. But I was more than ready for you to be out. I hadn’t slept in weeks!

You are so big now. You do NOT like to be called “baby” for any reason. You are becoming funnier with each passing year. You still make your Devil Face upon request. And you are still my very best Snuggle Bunny. You want to do everything your big Bubba does. You were pretty upset when he started pre-K. I think you like it now though. You’re the only game in town!

We had your party on Sunday at Clinton Nature Preserve. You had to have Star Wars as your theme. You L-O-V-E Star Wars. Me, Daddy, Bubba, Grammy, Grampy, Momo, Paw-Paw, Gigi, Monica, Dan, Hanah, Ariauna,Aunt Rhonda, Rhett,Kathy,Daniel,and Sarah were all there. Grammy made you a Chewbacca cake. You had so much fun. The weather was absolutely perfect.And you looked so cute in your shirt that I made for you(I have a picture that I will put up in a later post, or add to this one!). You got to play with all of your friends and see all your grandparents at the same time. You were in heaven!

You are such a smart boy.You know your ABC’S,most of your colors(although you can name them in Spanish!),you can count to almost twenty, and you can get dressed all by yourself. You even look like a little boy. Your fat little pink belly is almost completely gone. You talk all the time, even sometimes in your sleep! You just want to GO!GO!GO! You are very grown up. I am so proud of you. Even though I sometimes miss my baby.

I look forward to watching you grow up. To seeing the man you will become. I don’t know what I ever did that was so right to deserve you(or your Bubba), but I will be forever grateful. And humbled by the gift of you.

I love you. My Sweet Boy. I always will.


Happy Birthday, my beautiful bebe…

Today you turned two. You are such a big boy. You make me laugh with your silliness. I could not be more proud that you are my son. Having you was the best thing I have ever done.

You had a Backyardigans party. Grammy made your cake. Grammy, Grampy, Grandma Garmon, Aunt Lana, Uncle Fritz, Jerrod and William came to your party. You were SO excited! You kept running up to me and your daddy and saying “PARTY!”. It was so cute! You enjoyed yourself today.

You are a crafty little sucker, though! Sometimes I swear I can almost see what you are thinking! You wake up with a big smile on your face every morning. EVERY. MORNING. You love to snuggle and give kisses very generously. You have the best giggle in the whole world. Hearing it never fails to make me smile. You think your big brother is “it”. You play well with each other. For the most part. You are learning “my turn” and “I do” and about a billion other things. We won’t mention your temper…

I just can’t believe you are already two years old. I think to myself that that cannot be true, because I swear I just brought you home from the hospital yesterday. It really does feel that way. I guess what they say about time flying is true. I just wish that you were still a baby. But not really. Because I love watching you grow up.

Just don’t do it quite so fast!