the quickest love

Hudson Alexander,

Today you are three months old. Never have I fallen in love so hard or so fast for anyone in the world. I get sad knowing three months of your life have gone by, and quickly at that, but I so look forward to being your Mommy for the next million more.

You have turned our life into a dream. You are a dream, baby bear. The happiest of all babies, you are a tiny chatter box and a smiling wonder. A strong little stink bug too...yesterday you decided you could stand up and from then on anytime we hold you, you think we're just giving you a lift so that you can walk away and play.

Cartoons are your favorite, and you are literally watching them and sometimes even "laughing" with your big sweet smile. You've watched soccer games with PaPa and football with Daddy. You still love being held by Mommy and Daddy and if I'm holding you while on the phone you'll stay there all day and listen to me chat.

Quite the social baby bear you are, and we love seeing how much you enjoy being around others. You sat with your friend Kaiser the other day, and gave him a big ol' cheesy grin. Toothless, ofcourse. That however, seems to be changing as we've been alerted that you are a very early teether already having turned into a drool box overnight and your tiny hands are constantly shoved in your mouth. We're hoping those teeth come soon, so we don't have to watch you suffer that toofer pain...

You are my doll, and forever will be the best thing that ever happened to our life.

My favorite book to read to you is one given to you by your Aunt Lu; On the Night You Were Born by Nancy Tillman...and it goes like this:

On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, "Life will never be the same." Because there had never been anyone like you...ever in the world.

So enchanted with you were the wind and the rain that they whispered the sound of your wonderful name. The sound of your name is a magical one.

It sailed through the farmland high on the breeze...

Over the ocean...And through the trees...

Until everyone heard it and everyone knew of the one and only ever you.

Not once had there been such eyes, such a nose, such silly, wiggly, wonderful toes.

When the polar bears heard, they danced until dawn.

From faraway places, the geese flew home.

The moon stayed up until morning next day.

And none of the ladybugs flew away.

So whenever you doubt just how special you are and you wonder who loves you, how much and how far, listen for geese honking high in the sky. {They're singing a song to remember you by.}

Or notice the bears asleep at the zoo. {It's because they've been dancing all night for you!}

Or drift off to sleep to the sound of the wind. {Listen closely...it's whispering your name again.}

If the moon stays up until morning one day, or a ladybug lands and decides to stay, or a little bird sits at your window awhile, it's because they're all hoping to see you smile...

For never before in story or rhyme {not even once upon a time} has the world ever known a you, my friend, and it never will, not ever again...

Heaven blew every trumpet and played every horn on the wonderful, marvelous night you were born.

Baby Bear, we love you to the stars and after that and after that and after that...

Love,

Mommy and Daddy