God help the woman who marries my sweet baby boy.
This is what I think nearly 10 times a day, Saint.
At 9 months you are a curious little somebody, eating twigs, leaves, bananas, and watermelon ( mostly).
You are clingy like a koala bear, I often call you Monkey Man, because you refuse to be put down…unless it’s to eat.
You don’t yet crawl, occasionally you’ll scoot. Your entertained almost exclusively by your sister.
We tell you things, show you the world, but the expression on your face reads Jude is not impressed.
Last night I told Daddy how I believe you are a lightening rod of emotion. You receive energy and feelings from the people and events taking place around you. Where there is unrest in the world, there is unrest within you. Where there is joy in our home, there is joy within you. I believe this to be your most valuable gift.
You are slow and deliberate with your actions. You are peaceful and calm and beautiful and serene. You are my heart, at the root of where my best self lives.
You are God, at the root of who I believe God to be- that’s the best way I can describe you now to your future self.
There is something magical within your soul that radiates light and absorbs the energy all around you.
You’re a magical, mystical being who we love. And more than that, you’re who we need.
Happy 9 months Saint.
