A Love Letter to My Son On His First Birthday

Dear Lucas,

I love you.  I will never let a day go by without telling you that.  My love for you is unconditional.  I cannot believe you are one year old today!  I remember the warm July morning that you were born.  I couldn't believe you weighed 7 pounds, 13 ounces!  You were so much bigger than your sisters, but you were born with just as much thick, dark hair as they were.  I remember the first time I held you. You were wrapped up like a little burrito and looked so new to the world.  A few happy tears slipped out of my eyes as my heart just overflowed with love for you.  I have thanked God every day for you, my sweet boy.

I remember the first few months after we brought you home from the hospital.  Your sisters were just crazy about you!  They constantly wanted to hold you and snuggle you.  If you cried, they wanted to know what would soothe you.  They liked to help feed you a bottle sometimes.  And first thing in the morning they would ask, "Where's Brother?"  You were such a sweet, even-tempered newborn, so snuggly and adorable and content.

By two months you slept through the night.  And even though I was very grateful for the additional sleep, I missed our middle of the night feedings and snuggle time.  You would look at me with those big brown eyes and smile and my heart would just melt.

When you started to giggle, boy were we in for a treat!  Your laugh springs up from deep in your belly and gushes out like Old Faithful.  You laugh easily and with full abandon.  It is music to our ears.

We watched with sheer joy as your started rolling over, then crawling, then pulling up!  We held you when you were fussy as your cut your first two teeth.  And then there was that day when you let go of the ottoman and took your first few steps.  We shouted and cheered and you just grinned up at us wondering what was so amazing.  It was you, my dear.  You are amazing! 

Now you are walking everywhere.  You are getting faster and more sure of yourself each day.  I love seeing you trying to keep up with your sisters.  I love hearing the sound of your bare feet coming down the hall.  I can't help but scoop you up and kiss your face when you give me one of your dimpled grins.  Lucas, you are a true joy.  I am so honored and privileged to be your mom.  I pray for you everyday to grow up and be a man who loves God and loves others.  I can't wait to get to know you and love you even more. 

Happy First Birthday!


Love Always,
Mom