To my baby boy...

I thought since I am trying to use this page to preserve some memories for the boys, I would write them notes on their birthday. Yeah, I know I am a few days late with Peytons but here it goes anyway...

To My Dearest Peyton,
I know if you were reading the title, the first thing you would say is, "Moma, I am not a baby." And I would tell you like I always do that you will ALWAYS be my baby. I cannot hardly believe you just turned four. It seems like yesterday that we brought you home from the hospital. Since the first time I laid eyes on you, I have been head over heels in love. Those big blue eyes just melt mine and your Daddy's heart. I never knew how just looking at someone and watching the little things they do could make me so happy.
You have such a tender heart and you try very hard not to hurt people's feelings. I hope you always have that way about you. You have really grown up in the last few months. And, you are very proud to tell everyone who will listen that you are 4 now. Actually, you prefer to show them with your fingers. You also think that because you are four, you have to have four of everything, eat four of everything, etc. You are so funny!
I am so proud of the way you have handled having a baby brother. I know it is not easy going from being the center of our universe to sharing it with someone else but you have handled it so well. Most of the time you love Wilson as much as we do. It makes my heart melt when you show me with your fingers who is "like this" and you include Wilson along with me, you, and Daddy without us even asking you too. Your unconditional love for him makes me love you even more.
I could go on and on about all of the things that make me proud you are my son. But just remember Peyton, that as much as me and Daddy love you, Jesus loves you so much more and I am so glad he gave me you!
I love you!
Moma