Mejojac's Memos

Indulge me here... I want lots of pictures on my blog today. It's time to celebrate!

My Sweet Little Bug,

7 years old today. I can hardly believe it's been that long. I sit here with tears rolling down my face knowing that I can never put into words the feelings I have for you. Your smile lights up a room and your laughter brings giggles to my own lips.

Birthdays have never been a big deal to you. You don't like cake. The candles seem to frighten you. You won't sit still long enough for us to sing to you. You do seem to understand the whole concept behind gifts though and I can't wait to watch you open the ones I bought just for you.

I love the little man that you are. I love that each night, when I tuck you in, you turn your head to the side to receive your butterfly kisses. And what I love even more are the times when you take my face in your hands, tip it to the side and give me some of those butterflies in return... When you were born I never knew how much my heart could ache or the joy it could feel. And oh, how I have ached for you. And because of that aching, I now know about true, amazing joy.

I hope your day is filled with cookies and candy, gifts that you love and not a candle in sight. I love you my sweet boy.

Love always,

Mom