Dear Eddie,
Even though it's 5:43 in the morning and I've been up since 3 with you, I love you. I love how you love me so much that you lay in bed with me and rub under my arm, even though I tell you to stop. I love how you perched on the counter to put pancakes into the toaster with pure excitement. I love how you jumped a little when you popped them up. I love your little three year old voice when you said, "I'm sorry Mommy" after spilling gingerale on your diaper. I love how you asked if you could wear your overalls. I am so lucky to be your Mom.
Love,
Mommy
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