My sweet little peanut,
You came into our lives after 9 months of not so much fun. I was worried through the last several months of pregnancy whether I would love you or not (silly, right?). Little did I know that God gives immeasurable love to mothers for their babies: His love. I have never felt so protective, never knew I could have anxiety about such minute things, and never realized that my heart had the capacity it does.
You bring joy beyond imagination—I savor every smile, linger over every cuddle (those are few unless I have a book in hand—you’re not much of a cuddler), and take pride in each small huge accomplishment (SMILING! SITTING! WAVING! TALKING! CRUISING! WALKING!).
May we be blessed with many more years during which to watch you grow and learn. And we pray that you will come to know Jesus as your Savior and to strive to please Him in all you do. He formed you and knit you together in my womb, and I can’t imagine a better first baby He could have given us.
I love you, sweetheart. More than you know.