Dear Harrison,
On Saturday morning, I took you out on the sidewalk for the first time with your new scooter & you took off like a shot, so brave & indepedent.
Later that night, after bedtime story & prayers, I stayed by your little bed & asked if you wanted me to sing. You whispered “yes” & I ran my fingers over your cheek & left ear while I sang Baby Mine. You tell me that’s our song & I nod with a lump in my throat that yes, it is our song. You smiled sleepily & I told you to close your eyes & for long moments while you slept, I sat & watched you.
Some days I still can’t believe you’re mine.
This morning while I drove with coffee in hand, you held onto Hank the Giraffe & asked to hold hands. I reached behind me to your seat & your little hand found mine for the next four miles.
You’re still my baby & I love you, I love you, I love you.
Love,
Momma
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Tears tears tears. Yes. Babies.
You got me at the hand holding and I teared up. I love it when my little guy does that!
Beautiful. Wonderful. Precious boy! Charlotte has started asking to hold my hand in the car on the way home. I only let go if it’s going to endanger our lives.
Love this a million times over!
So very sweet!
Cue the tears!
Good tears, but tears none the less.
Aww, my little bub and I share that song, too, though he can’t ask me to sing it yet. And wow, Harrison looks just like your husband now!
Tears. That picture and that beautiful face made me tear up. They will always be our babies no matter how old they get!
Oh the hand holding in the car? So precious!
Little boys are the sweetest thing EVER!
Before I read this, I was going to comment that I love his helmet. Then I read and oh my Lord, he’s just a doll. Y’all are doing something right with that boy!!
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They grow so fast, right? But they’ll always be babies.
So I just need to be sweet and cute and make you warm inside so that you’ll sing to me? It is so on. And there’s gonna be fondling.
reeeeeeeeally should’nt have read this 4 days before my aunt flow is due to arrive. hormone city + puddle of tears
Oh my gosh major tears! Carson and Harry are almost the same age and its just amazing sometimes how they can still be our babies….But are also SO grown up.
I unexpectedly did some kind of quick audible sob thing when I read this. So sweet…It also sounds like you’re raising a fine fella, there.