It's been awhile since I've "written to you" in here. After all this blog and my previous journal were meant for you and then your sister and then your brother. To let you see what I saw as you were growing up. I truly hope someday you get to read this from start to finish.
You are an amazing little, ahem, big boy. I can't believe you are 5. I can still remember rubbing my lips across you peach fuzz, newborn hair. It was blond and so soft. I remember being so dumbfounded at the thought of you being my son. It seemed so surreal. And here we are, over 5 years later. You a big brother to two. Wow. And what an incredible big brother you are. So patient. So loving and encouraging. God knew exactly what He was doing when He gave you to us first. You are as close to perfect, in my humble motherly opinion, as you can get to being the best big brother ever. Thank you. Thank you for being that big brother. For worrying over your sister and brother's safety. Just today, Nathan has something small in his hand and you were so worried every time he teased you by bringing it up to his mouth. You rushed him to me to show me what he was up to. You didn't want him to be "deaded". I hope, as you grow, that you remain that protector over your siblings. Granted, I know they will/do get on your nerves from time to time, but always be there for them. I couldn't pick anyone better for that job. I love you, Jon Kent. From the day the pregnancy test came back positive, to the day your blond peach fuzz was born, to the day I die.. I have always.. I will always love you.