Thirteen
My boy, Today you turn thirteen. A teenager. I don't know how this happened. Just a few days ago, I was holding you in my arms, overwhelmed at how tiny you were. Panicking at every caught breath or delayed moment of crying. Falling in love with being a mother while the rest of my world was falling apart. I truly believe that God knew I needed you more than anything else that I might have been praying for and he delivered the best thing in the world to me when you were born. My sweet boy, You'll probably hate me calling you that for much longer. You already tell me you're practically a man. Slow down for just a minute, ok? I'm doing the best I can to deal with you becoming a teenager, don't push me there yet! There are so many things I want to tell you. So many things I want to show you. And my time with you still needing me is passing way too quickly. So here. Keep this and read this and know how much I have always loved you and how that will nev