I find myself looking at him, saying, "Where have the last seven years gone?" Before I was a mom, I always heard people say that their kids grew up way too fast (my own parents included), but now I really get it. I keep thinking that in seven more years, he'll be almost starting high school; then seven years after that, he'll be drinking beer (legally, that is!). How can this be possible?!
Tate has taught me everything about being a mom. He's my guinea pig, and unfortunately feels the brunt of my mistakes as a parent. And the best thing? He loves me through it all. Completely and unwavering. Just like I love him.
Tate...
You are my very first love (besides Daddy, of course!). Those big blue eyes of your sucked me in the moment I saw them and have been doing so ever since. You have grown into such a strong-minded, compassionate, and loyal little boy over the past seven years. I am so blessed to watch you evolve into who you were meant to be. Whether it's seeing you in the hallways at school, cheering you on in the stands at a baseball tournament, or watching you with Knox and Brady, I am in awe of you. Everyday. Thank you for being my baby. God Bless you, today and always.
Love you bunches,
Mom
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