My boy.

The other day I got you all registered for Kindergarten. That night, I went to bed with an anxiety/panic attack. Maybe it's just because you are my first. I'm so excited for you and it's so awesome watching you grow up and become independent, but there is this other part of me that is scared to death. I'm partly in control right now. You are with me ALL the time and soon I have to let you out there into this big scary world. It's so bitter sweet. You are a wonderful little boy and I know you will do great things.

Last May 2010 you said to dad and me,

"I want Jesus to come to my house while I'm still little."

"You do?"

"That would be cool huh?! Daddy, do you have Jesus on your phone? I'll just say in my prayers, Jesus may you please come over.
I wish we could just call him on the phone so he can come play with me."

Let me tell you son,
He will always be there for you.
If you seek him.
He listens to you.
He knows you.
He loves you.
He died for you.
I hope you try your best to live worthily for those blessings in your life.
You are a special boy and I am so blessed to call you my son.