Dear James,
We have been through a lot together in the past 2 years and 9 months. You have grown from a tiny speck of cells into the most amazing little person, and on each of those 1010 days I have been happy to be your Mommy.
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| 11 Days Old |
From your first breath to your first smile to your first roll to your first word, that first year was a wild ride. We lived in three different homes, in three different towns, and from Stratford to Richmond Hill to Port Elgin you didn't care one bit as long as I was there; you were home because you had your Mommy. We went hiking and swimming and boating and... you loved it all, but not as much as you loved splashing in the bathtub and eating applesauce by the gallon.
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| One Year Old |
From your first steps to your first sled ride to your first bike ride to your first plane ride to your first full sentence, that second year was a wild ride. We lived in two different homes, in two different provinces, and from Ontario to Nova Scotia you knew it would be okay because I was there and I am your Mommy. We went hiking and swimming and boating and... you loved it even more, but not as much as you loved driving your trucks through the dirt and playing with your Great and Grandparents. You learned to run while chasing seagulls. You learned to build towers instead of just knocking them over. We gardened. We explored. We discovered the magical worlds hidden in the pages of books. You discovered that your favourite farm animal is a dragon. And baby, you can have any kind of farm you want to.
I love you and I believe in you. Happy Birthday to my future Dragon Farmer. May all your dreams come true.
