Dear Parker,
I should have done this years ago. I am sorry. I meant to, but, well, life got in the way. I am sorry for that. I have spent awhile feeling guilty about it, because I did intend on doing this from the time you were born, but then I realized that it's never too late. After all, you are only getting ready to turn three. It's not like you are eighteen and I'm sitting here trying to write to you about your life.
Almost three. That completely baffles me. You will turn three years old in less than a month, and I could swear that I'd just brought you home yesterday. I know that I am your mother, but I am not just being biased when I tell you that you are a truly remarkable little man. I have stepped back and tried to look at you with an objective eye, especially in comparison to other children your age. The truth is, you out shine most children older than you. Believe it or not, there are not many children your age with your vocabulary, who are fully potty trained (even at night), who can write and spell (and finger spell) their names...you are an exceptional little boy. And I am not just saying that because I am your mother.
Earlier this week we were laying in bed together like we do every morning. You reached out and touched my face, placing your cheek in my palm and whispered "Mommy, I want to tell you a secret." You then smiled and continued with "I love your beautiful eyes. They are my favorite. I love your beautiful ears and your beautiful lips and your beautiful feet." My ears? I laughed, I had to, but you warmed my heart. You are one of the sweetest little people I have ever known.
You are also the most amazing big brother ever to walk the Earth, hands down. Again, this could be me just being a biased Mommy, except that there is no way that anyone could mistake the look that Sebastian gives you every time you are in his sights. And you just dote on him! It is the sweetest thing to see. Any time he makes a sound you look at me and say "Mommy, Sebastian is crying!" then you run to wherever he is and start singing the ABCs. (That is his favorite song...and even more so when you are the one singing it.)
Right now as I write this your favorite color is red. Your favorite movie is Cars (or Cars 2). You worship the ground your Daddy walks on, but you are afraid he's going to leave again. And sometimes, while you won't admit it, you still love to snuggle up with your Mommy. :0)
I love you, Parker. More than you could ever imagine. You are my first, beautiful little miracle.
Until next time, be good, be happy, and know that I love you.
Love,
Mommy
