To my son, while you are young:
I have never noticed how quickly the seasons change, nor how short 8 months actually are, until now. There are some things that I’ve been meaning to tell you, some things that I want you to understand before you get any older.
I know that I only have you for a season, however long that season may be. In a few weeks you’ll be crawling, then walking, then running, leaving me behind, still in disbelief that my little boy is able to do all of these things.
And I am glad. I am glad that God has given you the ability to do these things. I am glad that you are confident enough start making your own way. I am glad and I hope that I will be able to see you do all these things.
As you start making your own way you will learn many new lessons. Some lessons are easier than others, but you have already learned some of the most important things.
Things like the wonder of the wind as it whispers through your hair.
Or like the warmth the sun as it caresses your face.
Important things, like your smile. Because you carry the smile I inherited from my father. When you smile, the world laughs with you. They cannot help but feel the joy captured in your small, toothless grin.
These things that you have learned, take them with you. Tuck them away and treasure them. Don’t let anyone steal them from you.
There is so much advice I could give to you. There are so many things I could tell you about this world we live in. Good things, bad things, and experiences that I hope you never have to have.
But for now, I’d rather listen to the sounds of you playing. I’d rather enjoy your early morning smiles, your bath-time splashes. I’d rather watch you bounce your cares away.
There is time for learning tomorrow. Today is about you, my son.