When I was pregnant I was given advice about every single thing to do as a new mom. I was told which detergent to use, which binky (pacifier) was best, the right kind of lotions, soaps, wipes, diapers. I was given speeches about socks, crayons, safety issues. Nothing went uncovered... except the love.
No one warned me how much I would love you.
No one warned me about how I would look at you and my stomach would erupt with butterflies.
Not one single person told me that 1 year, 7 months, 3 weeks and 2 days later, I would find myself gazing at you and be so in love with you that I want to cry.
And oh how I love you... I love you so much that I want to move mountains for you, I want to make the world a better place for you. I love you so much that I don't want to deny you the simplest request. No matter what it is, your love is worth whatever it costs.
Promise me that if I'm still this sappy and weepy over you when your three, or six, or eighteen, you'll let your old Mommy hug you a few seconds longer than you want, or let her smoother you in kisses when your friends aren't looking and when you're eighteen and we're at odds with one another over stupid things, please remember how much I love you.