You are a joy and a delight, and I love you so much.
I like to say that to you a lot, because I feel like many times, my actions don't communicate that to you.
This past year, you've taught me a lot about patience.
And I didn't want to learn the way you forced me to.
In other words, I never really wanted to practice being patient.
I like the idea and image of it in my mind, but the day-to-day living it out...
That's another story.
You are a strong-willed, opinionated little man.
I hope these traits transform over the years to create a young man with strong convictions
and determination to achieve great things.
You've made me see myself the way God must see me -
with a lot of frustration sometimes, but with far more love.
You've made me realize that I am completely inadequate.
That no one can parent simply by their own resolve and effort.
You've sent me deeper into the arms of Christ.
You've taught me about forgiveness.
How often you've said sorry to me, and I begrudgingly hug you while still angry...
But then, how many times have I apologized for yelling at you,
and you just smile at me and give me a kiss - all my mistakes washed away?
Lest you get the wrong idea, it's not all hard work and heartache.
Being your mom is the best thing I can imagine.
You are hilarious - and you know it! You love making your parents laugh.
I could just watch you and be entertained for hours.
Your smile and laugh bring such light to my days.
I am so grateful for you, sweet Bo.
Thank you for loving me, and thank you for making me a mom.