My sweet baby boy. On July 7th at 10:33 pm I held you for the very first time. As I write this I will try my hardest not to cry. Remembering the moments from the past 5 years and realizing how quickly those moments have passed. You, sweet boy, made me a Mama. From the moment I saw you I knew I would never love someone the way I love you. Just like I will never love someone the way I love your Daddy and your brother. I remember crying on the way home from the hospital. You were so small and beautiful, and God trusted me and your Daddy to raise you. I was scared and overjoyed all at once. I had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was that I loved you, and I knew that that would be enough. Each day I have watched you grow and your personality blossom. And each day you taught me how to be a Mama. In these past 5 years you’ve grown to be kind, smart, and adventurous. You are also determined and brave. You love cookies and chicken, swimming and going to the beach. You love Star Wars and trains and playing with your brother. You never forget to say your prayers at night and already at 5 you seem wise beyond your years. As your Mama my job is to love you, teach you and guide you. But, through you I’ve grown too. You’ve taught me to be more humble, graceful, compassionate, and patient. I melt when you tell me you love me and when you say “Mommy, let’s snuggle. I’ll never forget how you need extra light to sleep. How you sneak into my room at the first sight of sunlight, telling me it’s a new day. How you love to sit on the front porch and wait for Daddy to drive down the street after work. Each year that passes is bittersweet. I wish the years would pass a little slower but I love watching you grow. Stay kind, sweet boy. Keep your adventurous spirit. I pray that as you grow you would trust in the Lord, that you would be a man after Gods heart. Sometimes being a Mama can be hard but loving you is easy. Happy Birthday Baby Bop!