There is something more important than looks or popularity, and even sex. The girl who makes you think, question, dream, want to try new things, and pay attention in that class you hate—THAT is the girl who will also want to spend time with you, even if there isn't an event to attend or a party to go to.
She's the one who makes you to go on hikes and picnics, just so you aren't distracted by the noise of others.
She may even make you forget your cell phone when you're with her!
I thought of the broken bones from falling out of trees, the constant smell of dirty socks and aftershave, snakes and snails and puppy dog tails, because "that's what little boys are made of."As you grew, of my premonitions came true, along with the sweet stuff I never expected—like picking flowers and wanting to brush my hair, baking really messy surprise breakfasts, and of course, the compliments and promises of a child (like you saying, "You're so pretty, Mommy! But, kind of like how you have to tear a muscle to grow it, each time your heart tears a little, it will grow back stronger and capable of expanding and experiencing even more. We move, we trip, we laugh, we connect, we let loose, we embrace, we touch and we feel.
Dear Son, When you were a baby, I imagined you growing up to become "all things boy."I envisioned mud pies and frogs in my bathtub, wrestling in the living room, and playing football in the yard. The love you feel today will sweep you off your feet and you will believe you can't live without that person who holds your heart.