For my son.

I love you. I love your chubby cheeks, and your fair, slightly curly hair. I love your pouty lips that stretch into the cutest 5-toothed smile I've ever laid eyes on. I love your little hands, and your little feet. I love your chubby legs and your little belly.

I love the way you crawl as fast as the speed of light, and your smile as you pitter-patter on your little feet while you walk to me. You're so very proud of yourself, and I am too. I love the silly things you say, and that your favorite words are no and kitty. You made my heart melt when you tried to say I love you today, and then kissed me with a big open mouth on the cheek. I love you when you curl up to fit perfectly in the nook of my arm, and you place your little hand peacefully over my heart while you dream. It takes my breath away that you are such a beautiful child.

I sacrificed my sleep, my time, my everything for you. But I would never trade it for a thing, except maybe to live it all over again. I would cuddle you even more, plant kisses on you until you wiped them all off and pushed me away, and chase you around the house on my hands and knees to wrangle you down for a diaper change. I'd do it ALL again, and then some. Don't forget, Jayce, you are my world. I love you. I always have, always will.