I think back to the day you were born. You basically had wings because you literally flew out 2 minutes after checking in to L&D. Since then life with you has been a whirlwind in the best of ways. Those wings you carry saved me as a mother.. and in many ways they still do. As hard as having 2 kids was, you brought so much joy back into motherhood. I always felt guilty admitting that, but PPD mixed with anxiety is a real thing.

Our connection is something I live for. Your kind and tender heart especially towards your mama (your favorite person ever) is the epitome of what they call a mamas boy.

I never want to forget the way you call out to me at the most random times just to tell me you love me..

I never want to forget the way you look at me when I get ready and you tell me how pretty I look and that you like my hair like that because it looks like Elsa’s..

you pick up on my moods and my subtle changes.

you comment on my nail polish, which means the world to me that you observe my simple pleasures and love to share them with me.

You are four tomorrow. I pray God protects you always and that this crazy world doesn’t change you.

Soon you will become a big brother and I know you are worried. You don’t know exactly what it means for you but I promise you that you will always be my baby.

to my boy Mateo

love, mama