Summer Recap (and Mama gets sappy)

It's been a wild, crazy summer, Wombat.  You've changed so much in such a short time.  My little baby is quickly losing his baby face and looking more like a little boy.  I love watching you grow and change, but it also makes me a little sad.  Forgive me, buddy, for always having a camera in my hand.  For taking your picture 100 times a day which makes you make faces like this:

I just don't want to forget a moment of this time, bud.  You're so neat and I want to remember that forever (especially when you're a teenager and driving me batty).  

And tomorrow, when I leave to go back to work, I know you won't understand what I'm saying.  I know that once I'm gone, you won't miss me and for that, I'm thankful.  I know next year, I'm going to have to explain why Mama is leaving after spending all day, every day with you during the summer.  You may understand and you may not but I hope someday you know that the only reason I leave you is to make your life better.  

Even though, all I want to do is cuddle YOU all day...

The only reason I am able to leave you is because your Daddy is there to take care of you.  You and your Daddy are quite a pair.  Two peas in a pod if I must say so myself.  I know he's going to teach you silly things down the line, but I also know he's going to teach you how to be a good man.  A kind man.  A thoughtful man.  No mother could ask for more than a great father for her son and I have that.

Last thing, Little One.  I promise that Daddy will buy you a car when you turn 16 if you wait and take your first steps when we're both there.  I know you're going to have a lot of firsts in your life, but that is a big one for me and I want to be there to see it.  So please, don't start running after a kitty while I'm at work.  Save it for the evening.  Daddy has strict instructions to pretend to be surprised should you start walking while I'm at work.  Keep his secret, buddy, because if Mama isn't happy - NOBODY is happy.

Every night, we read a story before you go to sleep.  One of my favorites is called I Love You So...  I hope you always remember how the book ends.

"I love you.

How much?

SO much.

How much is 'so'?

Way, way more than you know."

Way, way more than you know, buddy.  Way, way more.