Dear Jack,

I feel like you and I are still getting to know each other... there are still so many things I want to know about you!  But at the same time, I feel like I have learned a lot in the last three months.  And with knowing you better, comes loving you more.

I love the way that you run across a room, arms open wide to greet me with a hug and a kiss, even though you just hugged me a minute and a half ago. 

I love the way you grin at me when you know that I understand that you want more milk.

I love it when I am laying down in your bed with you and you lean over and give me a kiss.  I also love it when you put your sweet little hand on my cheek. 

I love how you work so hard to learn new things.  Like yesterday, you were determined to pick up that toy hamburger with your toy spatula and put it in the pan.  You would scream every time you dropped it, but then you would pick it up and try it again.  And eventually you did it, and you were so proud of yourself. 

I love how you are starting to sign more and more.  You can sign "more" and "milk" fairly well, but we are still working on "water" and "eat".  I am confident that you are going to do it.  You are determined, and so am I.

I love that you will eat almost anything I put in front you.  As long as the person next to you doesn't have something different. If they do, you want their food instead. 

I love how you play independently.  You can play with your cars or your blocks for several minutes at a time.  You want me in the room (and would prefer it if I were playing with you), but you can do this while I wash dishes or fold laundry. 

I love how you are starting to trust me.  Sometimes you might be scared, but when you are in my arms your fears seem to melt away a bit.  I am glad you are learning that I will keep you safe. 

I love it when you walk with your hands behind your back.  You look like a little old man.  It is the cutest thing I ever saw. 

I love being your mama.  And I love that you are starting to call me that.