Him. Always.

My sweet boy. So often I sit down to write you love letters. To share about how much I love your laugh, your imagination, your kindest heart. I admire you more than anyone. I am so humbled to be your Mom. But each and every time I try to put pen to paper, the tears begin to fall, and I end up curled up on your bed, my palm on your heart as you sleep, smelling your hair and whispering how much I adore you.