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
