Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Dear Camden,

Who knew you'd rock my world 11 years ago and never stop?

4 years old

That you'd skip and jump and stomp and yell right into my heart and tie it up in a knot forever.

5 years old

That your smile would infect every inch of our home and I'd seek it like the sunshine every morning.


6 years old

That even at your worst, I'd love you more than myself.


7 years old

Your strength holds me up, Camden, when I'm too tired to move.

8 years old

When I'm too grieved to smile, I find hope in your living.


9 years old

How did I ever live without those blue eyes that sparkle even when they cry? They actually twinkle, did you know that?


10 years old

Do you remember the game we used to play? How you'd say, "I love you," and I'd say, "I love you to the moon and back," and you'd say, "I love you to infinity," and I'd say, "I love you to infinity and back," and you'd say, "I love you more than that," and I'd say, "You win." But really, I was the winner because I had you.

11 years old

I love you, Camden. I love your Godly spirit, your wit, your zest and your spark. Your creativity and your drive. Your determination and your wonder. Your innocence. Your dimples. Your heart. I love you and everything you are.

Love you more than that,
Mom





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I've almost completely forgotten my gratitudes!!!

31: Camden's 11th birthday

32: Snow day today!

33: Snow day tomorrow!

34: Somewhere around 24 inches of snow!

35: the absolute quiet of a snowy day

36: talking to a friend for a minute today (Hi, Francie!)

37: talking to a friend for a few minutes last night (Hi Leslie!)

38: listening to Benjy read me a story

39: helping Camden clean his room just to be nice

40: Going for a four-wheel drive with Curt and the boys just because we could

3 comments:

  1. Wendi, your writing amazes me. You have a best seller in there somewhere, I just know it. It's so hard to believe Camden is a 11 today, isn't it? Loved you and Curt allowed me to share that moment with you and spend time at home with you guys. He's one of a kind that grandson of mine. And he's blessed with the best parents ever.

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  2. Your post made me all teary-eyed, Wendi! I feel the same about my boys. I can hardly breathe sometimes because all the love I have for them overflows my heart and squishes my lungs. At least that's how it feels!

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