Dear Josiah,
I can't believe a year and a half has passed since you made your entrance into this world. After 12 hours of labor, and no pain medicine what so ever, you were born and it has been the most amazing experience I have had. You greeted mama by a scream, and while you quickly calmed down when put on my chest, you then greeted me by peeing all over me. I was still naked from giving birth and you were only a couple minutes old; it didn't matter. We were both cover in post-birth nastiness but my love for you out weighed any amount of grossness I would ever have to endure having my first son; and let me tell you, little boys can sure be gross! I have never known someone to love dirt, bugs, pee, poop, and farting noises so much; but that is how you are. You love everything, really.
Before you were born I promised to love you, protect you, provide for you. Nothing has ever come easier. You were the most clingy, needy, and even grumpy guy as a newborn but it didn't matter. You woke up every 1-2 hours for the first 3 months of your life, and even now at 18 months old you still wake up one or two times a night at least 3 days a week. You are my second born child, but my first son, my first natural birth, my first successful breast-feeder, and my very, very special mama's boy. The bond I have with you is unlike anything I could of ever imagined before being a parent, and things have been so natural and blissful for the two of us. For the majority of your short life you have been attached to my hip, and didn't want to be around anyone else; although as we have entered into toddlerhood you have gained so much more independence and you are a very curious little guy. You are amazed by everything, you love puppies, cars, trucks, balls, blocks, and baby dolls. The amount of energy you have is insane! I only wish I could have even a fraction of the energy and love for life that you have. You are an inspiration. Your smile is contagious, your life could brighten the worst days ever; and although you are stronger than you know and hurt me often, the fact that you still want to pull on mommy's hair to comfort yourself when you are tired melts my heart.
You are going to be a big brother soon. You have such a sweet personality and the way you and your older sister have bonded makes me so happy. Even though you are 15 months younger than her you often try to help and protect her. I know you will be an amazing big brother as well. This time you will be about 20 months older. I hope that you will grow up with a great bond with your siblings and that you will be best friends through your whole life. No matter how many siblings you end up having, I want you to know that you are so special to me. I will always cherish every smile, laugh, and silly thing that you do. As you grow older I pray that you will be an amazing man of God with integrity, good work-ethic, and plenty of love to give into this world.
My son, there is no one else like you. You are very special, and God has a plan and purpose for your life. You will do amazing things, I know. Sometimes you will fail; but you know you are forgiven and you know that failure is what makes a person into who they are meant to be. I look forward to seeing the child, teenager, and man you will grow into. I hope that we will carry this bond forever, and that even when I am gone you will think upon the time that I was here with you. I am so blessed to be your mother for the 18 months I have been. I am so proud of you, and I love you more than any letter could express. Happy 18 months my child!
Love,
Mommy.
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