Dear Mason,
We had the best day. I mean, the BEST day. The kind of day that makes your soul soar...makes you so full of gratitude that you feel like you're going to explode at any moment.
We slept in the living room last night because the upstairs air conditioning unit was out. Sure it was inconvenient, but eh, who cares? We turned it into your first camp out (thank goodness for the pack and play!!).
This morning, after the air was fixed, we had lunch in Market Square and we dipped your toes in the fountains. We people-watched. We looked at trees. We shopped.
We went to the Farmer's Market and bought fresh peaches, green beans, and some weird looking squash that will become pureed baby food for you. You fussed a whole lot, but you're cute, so no one cared. Then you fell asleep next to the tomatoes.
Currently, you're in your crib sleeping on your side- a new skill you've picked up and perfected in the past few days. I've just finished trying to clip your nails while you sleep (I read to do that in a book) and am getting settled down for the night. The house is quiet. Bella is snoring. And as I think back on today, I want you to know in your heart of hearts how perfect this day was, how much joy you bring me, and how much I love you and will always, always love you. I'm not sure what I did to deserve this life, these friends, this family, this husband, and most especially you. I hit the kiddo jackpot. You are vivacious and so full of life. I look at you every. single. day. and wonder what you think about. How you perceive things. What you're comprehending. I am completely enamored and amazed by you.
Thank you, Mason, for teaching me what this kind of love feels like. What this kind of gratitude feels like. What it feels like to have your soul fly so high. I love you forever and ever, kid.
Love,
Mom
P.S. Clipping your nails while you sleep is a bitch.
