“Dear_______”

I’ve never done a survey-type entry or such but after reading JanetXposed and Melancholy entries using this style, I’m gonna try.  Being as I am a diary slacker it might take several entries.  Hang with me.

On a side note: The the S word escaped our lips today.

snow snow snow.             ((I swear we saw flakes today.))

Damn, I didnt want to utter the “S” word at least until next month.

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Dear Tara,

Thank you.

You are the first.  I’ve lived, I’ve learned—through you.  You fascinate me, you amaze me.  Your beauty inexplicably renders me silent. (this is my child? I created life this beautiful?)  I love who you are–unconditionally–as only a mother can.  I’ve watched you grow into the woman you are becoming.  The attribute I admire the most about you is your adaptability– how you smoothly and graciously you move from one situation to another accessing people and situations for what and who they are .  No judgements—you are always miles away from the gerneral consensus.  That—I find amazing.  Old and young have always been drawn to you—even as a small child.  Your aura is undeniable.  I worry endlessly too–So much between us has been trial and error.  It is hard to walk the line of protective and supportive parent without becoming overly so.  Somehow I do believe I’ve succeeded and found the balance.  You are like a story unfolding and I am mesmerized with each turn of the page. 

Thank You.  I love you baby.

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Dear Markie,

Thank you.

My first born son.  I knew, I knew, the moment I conceived you.  You were a living breathing entity even before you were born, you were and still are a force to be reckoned with.  I knew you were gonna be a boy.  My pregnancy with you and your dad held a certain joy that was sadly missing when I had your sister.  Your conception marked a turning point in my life.  Love lost, love gained, truths told, and withhold.  Your 10.6 lbs screamed into the world solidifying the W. family.  You are a learning experience as only a boy can be.  You have been a whirlwind of energy, a sweet gentle soul.  You have the most amazing eyes that reflect so much.  Eyes that give you away. Your eyes tell me all I need to know. Your capacity to absorb the world amazes me.  I see the struggles you go through as a new teenager, as a man in training.  Words simply cannot express how proud I am of you and the man you are becoming.  One attribute I love about you is how loyal  you are.  You don’t give in to peer pressure and you’d fight to the death anyone who threatened who you care about and their honor. There is no bullshitting you–gossipping and presumptions are for the weak you have no place for the ‘stupid shit’ in your life.  I really, really dig that.  You treat me with respect.  That speaks volumes.  You seek my approval, you consider my opinion, I can see my input means something to you.  The moments we share are priceless.  You’ll always be my baby boy.  (even when you are taller than me!)

Thank you, I love you baby boy.

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Dear Trae,

  to be continued…..