dearest son,
i love your laugh, i love you to bits, but i also love when you nap. sometimes what it means is that you are in a place which is safe as long as you are supervised (meaning, more comfy cushioned, but you might roll over so i can't actually leave you to go elsewhere in the house). and what that means is that i can sit next to the open window with the sun coming in and spend some daydreaming time catching up on blogs and such.

i'm currently daydreaming about reading a tree grows in brooklyn. because i never have, and because jane mentioned it, and because i like her sensibility when it comes to books and things. i can't WAIT to read you books. one thing you will never be denied is reading material.

i love your tiny fists, the ones you are constantly trying to eat wholesale. while you nap i can have some of those yummy wasabi potato chips.

i can also think about and try to figure out where the heck we are going to put the desk that your dad thinks is for you (in how many years???) that we bought off of craigslist today. it's small and charming, but not so small as to be able to hide it in the corner.

and i think about the things i want to make for you. most of my craft to-do list is for you. although my current knitting is for me. i just have to figure out why my stitch count is off.

and i like daydreaming about your future, and the time we will have together. and i hope you'll enjoy it as much as i will.

i love you.