To my dearest Gabriel,
Happy 8th Birthday!
You made my dreams come true and made me a mother 8 years ago. 8!!!
I can’t believe 8 years have gone by since I first laid eyes on you. As a baby, you were the BEST. Literally the best! You hardly ever cried, never really complained, didn’t whine or have any tantrums. You were the perfect baby. You were so easy on your Mama and Dada as new parents and looking back now we were definitely spoiled by your easy going attitude. You were the happiest little boy and everywhere we took you, we would always get comments from strangers about what a cute and happy baby you were. Your teachers at your daycare and preschool loved caring for you and would tell me in secret that you were their favorite. I can’t blame them. You make it so easy to love you.
Now that you are getting bigger and growing into your own person, I am so proud of how compassionate and kind you are becoming. You have empathy for others who are less fortunate than you are and you never cease to amaze me with your giving heart. You are the best big brother to your little sister. You are her protector and best friend and I love you so much for that.
You make friends easily and love playing kick ball with your classmates at school. You are currently obsessed with dinosaurs and can name the different kinds of dinosaurs and all sorts of facts about them. Your Dada and I are amazed with how much knowledge you have on things that interest you. This gives us the confidence to know that when you grow up, you will put in hard work into the areas of your life that you are passionate about. Keep that up! This is one of the most important skills to have and it will serve you well in life.
Even though you don’t like hugs and kisses as much these days and you’re becoming more and more independent each day, you will always be my baby. I love you just as much if not more today than I did 8 years ago when you, my 6 pounds 19 inches baby boy gave me the greatest gift of being your mom.
I love you so much and I am so proud of you.
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