Sweet boy...
Today, you are 9 months old.
And I just can't believe it.
I can't believe how quickly you are growing up. I know everyone says that, but really Hudson, I can see you changing before my very eyes. And although it pains me that with every second you are slipping further away from being my baby boy, I am so excited about the little man you are becoming.
You love to laugh. I mean REALLY laugh. The kind of belly jiggling, can't catch your breath, give yourself the hiccups kind of laughter. And it is the sweetest sound. Sometimes I just sit in the opposite room when you are with dad and I listen to you play, babble, and laugh together. And I can think of no greater joy than that wonderful melody of love and happiness. It is precious.
You are quite the entertainer. You love to show off your new repertoire of tricks. You'll clap and play peek-a-boo, give hugs and kisses, say mama and dada; and so much more. Your personality is bursting out of that tiny little body and with each little morsel you shell out, your dad and I are on the edge of our seats thirsty for more.
You are not only fun and energetic, but you have this sweet spirit that is inexplicable. It is at the core of who you are. The foundation of how God wired you. And every time your head snuggles up on my shoulder and your arms wrap tight around my neck, I melt. Because I feel that spirit shining through. It is so innocent. And precious. And if I could freeze-frame any moment in my life, these ones with you would be at the top of my list.
Hudson, from the moment you locked eyes on me 9 months ago, you had my heart. You have not only captivated me, but so many others you've crossed paths with. And if you can change and inspire as many people as you have in your short time on this earth so far, I can't wait to watch how you will continue to do so in the years to come.
You are a blessing, sweet boy. You are dearly loved. Please never ever forget that.
And please, oh please, just stay my baby boy a little while longer.
Love, Mama
