My baby boy is 10. Double digits. How did this happen? I remember so clearly that blue little bundle being placed in my arms, and how he smelled soooo good. My Josh, my first child, the one who made me a mom. The one who has taught me so much about what that really means. We've had struggles and ups and downs, but I have always wanted YOU. My most fervent wish for your life is for you to see the magic, the wonder, the amazing gift that you are. I love that you get so excited about a book that you try to tell me, and skip from idea to idea until I'm totally lost. I love that you have a tender spot for little ones, especially your sister, and that you can make her laugh like no one else. I love that you get totally on a roll when cooking and go way overboard. I love your giggle when you are really happy. I even love your vulnerability, the way you question yourself, but I love it more when you trust in yourself to succeed. You are a light and a joy. My precious baby boy.
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