You grew my heart the moment you took your first breath.
I remember marveling at your tiny, exaggerated features that night—learning the softness and contours of your sweet, wrinkly face—and realizing I had never before known my true capacity to love. You were brand new, yet so familiar to me, somehow, and nothing had ever made me feel so at home as the rise and fall of your breathing against my chest. I was so taken.
I still am.
Every day, I revel in your growth and delight in your discovery. You are two months old now, and more full of wonder, more expressive, more joyful than I ever imagined possible. When you smile (and oh my goodness, do you smile), your eyes sparkle with unparalleled lustre, and your cheeks ripple into the most delicious, dimply grin. It takes my breath away every time.
You color my world in crayon shades I didn’t know exist, Miles. I know you can’t possibly understand how much I love you, but I hope you can feel it. From the size of that smile, I think you actually do.
With all my love & kisses down to your toes,
Mama
