Dear S.

You are four, and your enthusiasm is contagious. I love hearing you sing in the bathroom while you’re…doing things people do in the bathroom. Sometimes at the end of the day, waiting for sleep to come, you ask me questions like: “Who will I marry, Mom?” or “Do you know how tall the sky is?”

I love it when you”read” to me in rhyming verse — almost as much as I enjoy seeing you read a book quietly to yourself. You love to paint. I think you are going to be a lefty. You love baseball. I am not very good at pitching to you, so I bought one of those toys that pitches the ball. You did not find it to be to your satisfaction. Guess I will have to practice.

You are my little boyfriend. You are stretching me. I love being your momma.