Myles Has My Heart

This past Monday, June 10, my youngest son turned nine years-old. Now, if you know Myles you know he is one of those boys who is full of life and on the go at all times. He stops for nothing and is a creative master of all things muddy.

My little artist makes the world a better place just by being in the room. His smile and big brown eyes can make everything better. He's not the outgoing social butterfly type like Tyler is by any means. He's an observer, like his dad.  It's one of my favorite things about him and I hope it never changes.

Nine years ago when Myles was born I was nervous about being a mom to two sons, I had barely mastered being a mom to one son. However I knew with every ounce of my heart that I couldn't wait to love Myles. I would dream about him before he arrived. I loved him to the moon and back well before I even held him in my arms.  I cherish every single day I have with him.

He's not a baby that I can hold or cuddle with as much anymore (he still lets me cuddle sometimes), but I will never stop loving him like I did from the beginning.

Happy birthday, Myles.
I love you to the moon and back.
xo