My beautiful boy, the other night you were having trouble settling down. We recently took away your pacifier so you've been adjusting over the past couple nights. You handled Binky-Gate 2012 like a champ. While at a party, you handed over your pacifier to a friend's baby bravely declaring "I big boy. You have it Baby Eefan (Ethan.)" We all clapped and you were pleased as punch.
So as I stepped into your dark room that night, picking you up out of your crib, you muttered between tears "Mama, wock (rock) Theo." I held you in my arms like I used to when you were first born. I held you while you lay quietly, finally calmed by just my touch. A sliver of light came into your room from the door I had left ajar. In that moment I looked at your 2-year old toddler face and saw this.
You will always be my beautiful baby. My beautiful boy. Mama loves you.