Letter to the baby brown bear


I always knew this boy with his long dark lashes and tender heart would undo me.


Every day for the past 12 years, he has touched my soul in some way. He is the first to ask “How was your day ?” and “Did you you sleep good?” or say “Momma, you look so pretty today.” He can also burp my name. So, there’s that.



Happy Birthday to my precious baby boy!! It is hard to believe you are turning 12 years old today!


I thank God for you each and everyday and I will be forever grateful that you chose me to be your mom.

Please know that you make me proud. If you didn’t do another thing, win another award, get another A, I want you to know I’m proud of the young man you’ve become. I love the way you love your siblings (most days). I love the way you are a good friend and listener to others. I love the way you give generously.

You are loved. No matter how long those legs grow or how high I have to look up to you, you will always be my baby boy. I can still wipe your tears and listen to your heart. If you never hear another word I say or choose not to listen, you must believe that you are loved deeply.  Don’t ever doubt it. Believe it. This life might bring great joy or sorrow, great wealth or loss, but you can make it because you have love. Make sure you remember to give it away. It’s the best way to receive it.


Baby Brown Bear I love you. I hope you have the happiest day!