Paxton is 11 months old now.
Next month, he’ll be a ONE year old. I’m not sure I’m ready for my baby to grow up…
… but at least I have a month to prep.
Now… a note to my sweet Paxton:
I love you, Pax. There are no words to describe how proud Mommy is of you. Your sweet face lights up my day, my night, my minute. Your cry makes me want to fix everything and make the world right for you. Your mere existence pushes me to be a better person… a better Mommy. Your name, Pax, means “peace”… and that is what you have brought to our family. Peace. Thank you, sweet boy. I thank God every day for letting me be your Mommy.
all im sayin is, dont be surprised one day of you wake up and that child is gone and you end up finding him down south a ways.
k.
actually… you would PROBABLY be the first person i’d check in with, baby-napper!
ninjetta.
you’d never catch him. underground paxton railroad… he’d make his way down to kansas. and then who knows.