Letter to Finn

A letter to Finn as Valentine’s Day approaches:

 

Hey.

 

Little monkey. 

 

I need to write down my thoughts because it’s a sort of therapy for me. I need to tell you that I don’t think I’ll ever deserve you, but I’m so grateful for you.

 

Deep breath.

 

I am in awe of your magic.

 

I creep into your bedroom each night to stare at you as you sleep. It’s not as frightening as it sounds. I just feel that I’m truly looking at something amazing when I watch you sleep. 

 

I have high hopes for you. You have a good soul. You have a range of emotional depth from sensitivity to joy. You can feel the emotion in a song and react to it and you can also chuckle with delight at a funny cartoon (current fave is the brown barbaloots from The Lorax which you call “teddies.”) 

 

You have a genuine curiosity and sense of adventure. I hope you always keep that. You are content to sit with furrowed brow and figure out how something works and take it apart and try to put it back together. I’m pretty sure you’ll surpass me in this regard in a couple of years. You also have a trust in the world that you won’t be hurt. 

 

You’re only two. I love that I can still scoop you up and we can smile admiringly at one another. So often I’ll hold you in my arms and smile down at your face and you’ll tenderly touch my cheek and say, “mama” with a smile.  My favorite part of the day every day is reading to you in the rocking chair in your room before bedtime.  Wrapping us both up in the "blankie" and getting "cozy." 

Like this:  

And this:

And this:

 

 

How could I not utterly love you? Unconditionally. Unequivocally. 

  

Love,

 

Mom