The first time I met you, I cried tears of joy for getting to touch, kiss, smell, and see you. Every moment of your life has been an adventure and a joy for me to be a part of. Every smile, every milestone, every thing you did and said was always something I had to tell others about. You got your first tooth at 3 months old and on May 2nd, you lost your first tooth. That tooth now sits in a jar on your dresser that will collect all of your lost teeth. This tooth is a reminder of how the time has flown by. Oh if my mind were perfect and I could contain every moment of you in a special jar, on a special shelf, in my mind.
I love you dear boy.
You are a treasure.