Dear Zeon,
It's a windy night,
40's weather
Christmas time.
You are in your crib
tall for your age
still sucking on a pacifier.
You are getting so big!
Where is my peanut
that could not move a muscle without my help?
My little bundle of joy,
don't grow up too fast...
the taller you get,
the closer I get to my Golden years.
I enjoy these peachy ones,
watching you play in our concrete patio,
finding every puddle to mud up your clothes.
May you have a magical childhood,
God grant us peace in which to lay the foundation of your heart.
Mommy loves you dear boy,
now and always
on this windy night
during Christmas time.
Sweet Dreams Zeon.
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