When I was pregnant with his older brother, I started writing letters. Letters to my wee little dove about life and love, our family, my hopes and wishes. I continued these letters after he was born with milestones and descriptions of his personality, my philosophies on life etc. These letters stopped the day little brother was born. I wished I'd continued, and I hope to play some catch up one day, but for now it would sound like this.
The day you were born I learned not only what enthusiasm for life looked like, but what pure exhaustion felt like. I get you and how you work as we tick the same... but please(for the love of god), start cleaning up your crafting shrapnel that is all over the house. To be continued when I gain some strength... or hire you a personal assistant.