Dear Shep,

It’s true. I’m now your favorite person. I can’t say that I’m disappointed when you reach out for me when someone else is holding you, or that I feel anything but my explosive heart when you giggle at the site of me coming around the corner. I’ve put the hours in. I’ve changed countless diapers (always your worst when I’m not prepared). I’ve used the nose frida AND the windi (dont ask), & I’m the one with the food source which inevitably gives everyone a get out of jail free card when you decide to pull a fast one and show your evil twin side – I can’t tell you how often I hear “he must be hungry” as you’re pushed into my arms by the person who is no longer enjoying your whining that they originally referred to as “oh! he’s just talking”. So all this to say, “It’s about darn time, kiddo”.

Xx Mommy