Dear Tom,
Tonight I held you in my arms on our new deck chair. We were wrapped up in a pink heart quilt, and you told me about The Lemonade Wars and wondered when the stars would come out.
You talk in third person.
You look like a young man.
Where has the time gone, Tommy? Somehow, my oldest child, life has sped up and you've grown into someone so funny and intelligent and strong. It's hard to even remember you as a little guy. Now you're holding Frank and grabbing my bags to carry them for me. And even holding open doors.
I am so proud of you, Tom, for the love you have shown me this year. You are learning to feel what is deep within you, and to show it. You are going to be an amazing man when you grow up.
I love you.
Mom
Tonight I held you in my arms on our new deck chair. We were wrapped up in a pink heart quilt, and you told me about The Lemonade Wars and wondered when the stars would come out.
You talk in third person.
You look like a young man.
Where has the time gone, Tommy? Somehow, my oldest child, life has sped up and you've grown into someone so funny and intelligent and strong. It's hard to even remember you as a little guy. Now you're holding Frank and grabbing my bags to carry them for me. And even holding open doors.
I am so proud of you, Tom, for the love you have shown me this year. You are learning to feel what is deep within you, and to show it. You are going to be an amazing man when you grow up.
I love you.
Mom
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