Dear Vincent,

I wish I could explain everything to you in a way that I know your adorable 20 month old brain would understand, but that’s a daunting task.  So, instead, I’ll write this out so someday you’ll read it and know just how important and special you are to Daddy and I.

I didn’t give birth to you, but the moment I met you I knew you were my son. The first time I held you in my arms and kissed your sweet face, I was in love – deeper and more in love than I could possibly be with anyone.  Even though technically and legally you weren’t “mine,” in my heart you were 100% my son, and I knew I would spend the rest of my life loving you, raising you, helping you, protecting you. Continue reading “An Open Letter to my Son Before You Become a Big Brother”