Mother's Day

Jace,

I can't believe that this weekend I will be celebrating my very first Mother's day (with you actually here outside of my tummy). I remember last year taking a pregnant selfie and wishing so badly I could hold you already. 

(Mother's Day last year)

I remember pondering about how you would be, what you would look like, and what kind of Mommy I would be. I was so afraid to be a Mommy. To be honest with you, I was never the girl that fantasized of being a Mom. I never felt like I was "Mommy material" up until I married your Daddy. Every time I heard a baby cry, I wanted to plug up my ears. Every time a baby had a booger hanging out of his nose I had to run away. Every time a baby pooped I was disgusted. But you, your cry was the best sound in the world. And your boogers are the cutest boogers ever, and I will wipe them all day long. And your poops are the best, stinkiest poops of them all. You have officially almost been here with us on this Earth longer than you were growing inside of me. These past nine months have changed your Daddy and I in so many ways. We love you more than anything in this entire planet. You feel my heart with so much love that I truly feel like my heart could actually EXPLODE sometimes. I am not exaggerating. That is how much I love you. You are growing up to be such a smart, happy, silly, spunky little boy. Each day is an adventure, and I wonder what you are going to do next. I have so much fun chasing after you, picking up after you, playing with you. Your Daddy makes so much fun of how much of a kid I am, and you give me a reason to truly be a kid again. We are going to have so much fun together as you grow. But I am in no hurry. I am not rushing away a single day. I try not to say "I can't wait until he can do this, and I can't wait until he can do that" Because I know as soon as I turn around tomorrow you will be doing it. 

I love each and every stage that you go through. Even the cranky, teething stage, where you run around the house trying to bite me and everything in sight. I love you sharp little teeth. I love your bright blue eyes, especially when the sun hits them. I love your cow lick right in the front that is going to give me hell the rest of my life every time I try to cut your hair. I love your beautiful, sweet, smile. I love your STINKY feet. And I love it when I tell you that you have stinky feet and you laugh so hard. I love taking you on walks. I love your big, wet, slobbery kisses. I love feeding you new foods. I love playing peek-a-boo. I love how sweaty you get when you get really sleepy. I love it when you pull my hair out. No, not really. I love seeing you love on your Daddy. I love how you refuse to say Mama and say Dada ALL THE TIME. I love how much you love to be outside- get used to it! I love how calm you are when we take you to restaurants. I love it when you splash water everywhere in the bath tub. I love it when you love on the doggies. I love it when you hold your arms up for me to pick you up. I think you get the picture- That I love everything about you. And guess what, that will never change. Nope! There's not a thing you could do to me to make me love you any less. Thank you for letting me be your Mommy. It is the best thing I have ever done. You make me the proudest Mommy ever. I love you, Son. 

Love,
Mom