Dear Ivan {or B or BDB or Brother Bear or Boo, depending on who you're talking to},
Today you are two. I remember so clearly the day you were born. Your tiny, fuzzy body lay on my chest as you wheezed with every exhale. To be honest buddy, I was terrified of raising a boy. Never, no not ever, could I have imagined how blissful and wonderful it is to be your mother. Your sweet and gentle temperament melts me into a puddle on the floor. The other day I came downstairs dressed for the day and you said: "Mama boo-ful!" In that moment I wished I could bottle you up and save you this way forever. I am so looking forward to watching you become a good, strong man just like your Daddy, but don't grow too fast because Mama needs your wet kisses and bear hugs for a lot more days, okay?
We love you big, little boy.
Love,
Mama
