Dear Little Brother,
I just made you some chocolate milk (because Mama is away at church camp) and "fancy grilled cheese" which translates to Brie and blue cheese. Kid, you've got an acquired taste. I'm proud.
Anyway, as I was making you your chocolate milk (and my chocolate milk, who am I kidding) I started thinking about how you're almost ten years old. There was a time where your whole little body could fit in my lap. I remember when you were probably three months old, I cried because you were getting bigger. Now look at you. You're a sunburnt kid who loves hockey and junk food. You rode your first roller coaster just a few days ago and you wanted to go on all the biggest ones. You have this sense of adventure, this dare devil look in your eyes, and it makes me so proud. You make me proud.
You may never read this sentimental letter. I'm not writing it for any special occasion. I'm just writing it because I'm realizing that you're growing up. You're about to hit the double digits. As excited as I am (and a little petrified) to see you get through this next phase in life, I still miss the little baby who giggled hysterically at the Old Navy commercial song mom would sing to you. The baby who would get jealous of the other baby in the mirror. The tiny little thing who hated tummy time with a passion until I would get on my tummy too and show you it wasn't all that bad. The toddler who played to close to the furnace and got his hair singed off. The five year old who set the gerbils loose on the roof and then called the fire department. The little guy who nearly died falling out of a tree. The boy who insists on STANDING on the tube at MN. I'm gonna miss those days. I'm gonna miss that little boy.
Right now you're munching on fattening food and watching "Brave" because "The Lorax" was actually a 3-D movie and we don't have the tech. (Not gonna lie, I hate that movie anyways) You have no idea I'm typing this out, no idea my eyes are welling up as I watch you. I just bossed you around about feeding the cats because unfortunately, that's me. I'm pretty bossy aren't I? But kid... I'm always going to be here. I'm not leaving you. I may boss you around, make you behave, and all that big sister stuff. That's true. But I also know I'll be willing to go on adventures with you. Willing to stay up until unholy hours of the night watching Marvel movies. Willing to get you that second glass of chocolate milk.
When you get older, I'll be here for whatever you go through because you're going to go through a lot. I'm almost done with these teen age years and you're getting closer and closer to them. Kid, your Lala will be here. Proud of you. Waiting to see what all you're capable of. Believing in you.
For now, you're still little. For now, you're obsessed with Wii and hockey. For now you're still in the single digits and I'll enjoy these days while I can. Whenever you read this, just know that I'm here. And that I love you to the moon and back again. Oh and one of these days, I WILL beat you at Rainbow Road. Take that.
Love,
Lala
-lrp-
I just made you some chocolate milk (because Mama is away at church camp) and "fancy grilled cheese" which translates to Brie and blue cheese. Kid, you've got an acquired taste. I'm proud.
Anyway, as I was making you your chocolate milk (and my chocolate milk, who am I kidding) I started thinking about how you're almost ten years old. There was a time where your whole little body could fit in my lap. I remember when you were probably three months old, I cried because you were getting bigger. Now look at you. You're a sunburnt kid who loves hockey and junk food. You rode your first roller coaster just a few days ago and you wanted to go on all the biggest ones. You have this sense of adventure, this dare devil look in your eyes, and it makes me so proud. You make me proud.
You may never read this sentimental letter. I'm not writing it for any special occasion. I'm just writing it because I'm realizing that you're growing up. You're about to hit the double digits. As excited as I am (and a little petrified) to see you get through this next phase in life, I still miss the little baby who giggled hysterically at the Old Navy commercial song mom would sing to you. The baby who would get jealous of the other baby in the mirror. The tiny little thing who hated tummy time with a passion until I would get on my tummy too and show you it wasn't all that bad. The toddler who played to close to the furnace and got his hair singed off. The five year old who set the gerbils loose on the roof and then called the fire department. The little guy who nearly died falling out of a tree. The boy who insists on STANDING on the tube at MN. I'm gonna miss those days. I'm gonna miss that little boy.
Right now you're munching on fattening food and watching "Brave" because "The Lorax" was actually a 3-D movie and we don't have the tech. (Not gonna lie, I hate that movie anyways) You have no idea I'm typing this out, no idea my eyes are welling up as I watch you. I just bossed you around about feeding the cats because unfortunately, that's me. I'm pretty bossy aren't I? But kid... I'm always going to be here. I'm not leaving you. I may boss you around, make you behave, and all that big sister stuff. That's true. But I also know I'll be willing to go on adventures with you. Willing to stay up until unholy hours of the night watching Marvel movies. Willing to get you that second glass of chocolate milk.
When you get older, I'll be here for whatever you go through because you're going to go through a lot. I'm almost done with these teen age years and you're getting closer and closer to them. Kid, your Lala will be here. Proud of you. Waiting to see what all you're capable of. Believing in you.
For now, you're still little. For now, you're obsessed with Wii and hockey. For now you're still in the single digits and I'll enjoy these days while I can. Whenever you read this, just know that I'm here. And that I love you to the moon and back again. Oh and one of these days, I WILL beat you at Rainbow Road. Take that.
Love,
Lala
-lrp-