Cole

Eight…

August 17, 2014
Dear Cole,
What the fresh hell is this?  Eight?  Are you kidding me?  Eight is half way to sixteen and only ten years from eighteen.  I mean, seriously?  You’re killing me kid.
But seriously, eight.  It’s kind of hard to believe.  It feels like just yesterday my water broke in the middle of the night and I spent the next few hours doing laundry and dishes until I decided to wake your dad at 6am to head to the hospital.
Cole, you are one amazing kid.  You are kind.  So kind.  So much kinder than I am.  I mean, for the love of monkeys, you win awards for kindness.  Sometimes I’m just amazed by the boy you have become.  I feel like the luckiest mom in the world to have you in my life.  The absolute luckiest.
I’m grateful every single day to have you as part of our family.  I could not ask for a more compassionate, caring, amazing son.  Thank you for always being you.
Love,
Mom

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