I've been wanting to write this letter to you for awhile now, but I wanted to wait until I had the perfect photos to post along with it. Lo and behold, you had t-ball practice tonight. I brought my camera along, and captured you at some of your absolute best moments.
From the moment you wake up, you are asking me questions like, "Mommy, how many more minutes until t-ball practice?"
Me: Well, about 10 hours.
You: How many minutes is that?
Me: About 600.
You: Awwww, man.
Then you spend the rest of the day trying to convince me to let you run around in your uniform--cleats included.
And you are such a ball hog. I swear, you could be playing first base, and you will haul it as fast as you can to get to third base if that's where the ball has been hit.
I've always been proud of you, but this past year I have been especially proud.
We've come a long way, you and me. For almost five solid years, it was just mommy and Thaddeus. And when our world was nearly turned upside down with the early arrival of your baby sister, you never blinked.
You never complained.
You never asked why.
You rolled with it.
And when we moved you over 1,000 miles from your very best friends, you made new friends within a few days.
You are doing so awesome in school, and you've already started talking about your excitement for Kindergarten.
You are a phenomenal big brother. I swear, sometimes I think Charlotte looks at you with more love in her eyes than she looks at anyone in this family. I can't wait to see the relationship and bond between the two of you continue to grow over the years.
Today at practice, after you hit a ball clean over the second baseman's head, you turned to me from first base and shouted, "MOMMY!! Are you SO proud of me!?!?"
Lol.
Oh yes, baby boy.
Yes I am.
You are everything I could have asked for and then some.
Go Dodgers. ;)
All my love,
Mommy
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