A Letter to Harper

Harper,

My sweet son, you are 3 months old. What an incredible 3 months these have been. At first I was a little scared and wrapped up in trying to figure out how to be a mom. But after a few days, all of the initial fears were gone and being a "mom" really came naturally to me. Not to mention, you have been a wonderful baby and have really made things easy on your mama. For the most part, you only cry when you are hungry. Now that cry comes loud and fast, and often but as soon as you start eating, you let out a little smirk and become happy again. You are just like your daddy, you love to eat!

You are animated and so alert, all I want to do is wait and see what you do next. You were born with bright eyes checking everything out and you still love to stare at everything around you. It is like you are taking every little thing in. We get stopped several times every day by complete strangers and their number one comment is that they can't believe how alert you are at such a young age (and they always throw in a comment about your beautiful blue eyes.) And when people stop to look at you, you almost always smile for them. It is adorable and everyone gets a kick out of it. Everyone loves your sweet smile and your amazing dimples.

It is crazy how much you change and grow every day! You love to cuddle and nuzzle into my arms. You always try to nuzzle your head into my neck. When I lay you down on the changing table, you immediately laugh and kick your feet up. You love to laugh and your sweet smile lights up the room. You love when I talk to you in a high-pitched voice. And you respond with the most adorable coos and sounds. I think you are trying to talk back.

Harp, you are my little sidekick. For the past 3 months we have done everything together. It is amazing that I can get so much joy from sitting there and staring at you. I love to hold you in my arms, sing the ABC's, and read you books. You let out the sweetest little laughs when we sing and read and they melt my heart! I love the way you sleep with your arms stretched above your head. When I go to pick you up after a nap, you keep stretching those little hands over your head and you usually let out a yarn. I love the way you grasp on to my index finger when you start to fall asleep.  I absolutely love being your mother. I savor and enjoy every moment we spend together.

We call you our little angel. You were an angel before you were born. When Nana learned that we were pregnant with you, it gave her a reason to keep fighting her cancer. When the doctors gave up, she didn't, because she was determined to meet her first grandson. You have humbled me and your daddy. You have already taught us the true meaning of happiness. We are beyond blessed to have you as our son. We love you more than you will ever know!

Love always,
Mommy