My Little Boy

Tate,

When I went away for 5 days (the longest I've ever been away from you), I expected a few things. I expected to be stressed out, I expected to miss you like crazy, I expected a few tears on your end as well. I did NOT expect to come home, walk into your room the next morning and discover that my baby had, magically, become a little boy. I know it didn't happen in 5 days. I know that you're 2 and a half (and you make sure no one forgets about that half), that you're potty-trained, that you sleep in a big boy bed. But in my mind, I was holding onto that picture of you just a little bit younger. You aren't a baby anymore, not even a toddler, but a little boy. My little boy. The sweetest one I know. I'm so lucky to be your mommy.