I am writing you another letter this year on Mother's Day.
So much has changed in the past year.
I'm not a full-time student anymore.
I'm a stay-at-home mom.
Dad doesn't work seasonally anymore, he has a regular job.
We have both graduated SVU.
Our diplomas should be coming in the mail soon.
Since last Mother's Day, you've learned to sit up, crawl, stand, walk, run, you've been weaned, and you sleep through the night.
You have a set schedule and I don't have to yank you around to dad's baseball games, to class, or to babysitters anymore.
You're not a baby anymore.
And you won't be my only baby anymore.
You're still healthy.
You love to help me clean.
You copy everything dad does. You're such a daddy's boy.
You love to play baseball because dad does.
You love cars, trucks, balls, sword fighting, and shooting things.
It's so fun to see what you pick up from me and dad.
It's also fun to see your own little personality showing through.
You're so serious and thoughtful, but you have a silly side. And a naughty side.
I still don't think you understand that there are two babies in my tummy.
Hopefully it won't be too big of a shock for you.
You love nursery and are almost 18 months old.
You love other kids and you're such a people person.
This gives me hope that you'll love to help me and dote on your twin brothers when they come.
Although you're not old enough to give me your little crafts, flowers, cards, or breakfast in bed, and you have yet to say, "I love you, mom!", I want you to know that I love you.
And that you will always be the baby that made me a mom.
Thank you for another wonderful Mother's Day.
I love you.
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