Dear Owen,
I should have done this sooner, started writing you letters to tell you how much I love you in these early days that you will never remember and I am quickly forgetting. When I try to remember what the blur of those first weeks were like it comes to me in snapshots of sleepless nights, worried days, and a ferocious desire to protect you that has turned into a love that I can barely comprehend.
I cannot believe how fast time is flying. Already you are rolling over and sniper crawling away from me. I can no longer hold you close to my chest for long before you struggle to be turned around and face the world. There is no doubt that your birthright was to be the oldest child because you are a leader.
I loved watching you struggle endlessly to turn over. Frustrated and determined you worked at it for days until you completed this task. The second you flipped over you let no dust settle on you before you were onto your next goal: crawling.
I never have enough time to hold you, to make silly faces that are rewarded by your crooked heart-melting smile, to see the delight in your eyes when you face something new. Please don't grow up too fast. I already miss the tiny little baby that I prayed for for so long. You will always be my firstborn, and the baby I always wanted.
Love
Mommy
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