As I write this I cannot help but have a heavy heart. You my darling first born are graduating out of grade two and entering grade three in the fall. My throat constricts as I reflect on your life and I cannot help but wonder where all the time has gone, time seems to be moving so fast. Oh Sloan, where do I begin? My love for you cannot possibly be measured but I would like you to imagine how my heart and mind feels for you. Imagine the breeze on a hot sunny day kissing your cheeks baby girl, for that breeze would be me. Imagine the sun warming your toes as you sit on the soft grass, the sun would be me. Imagine the sound of the rain on the roof top dancing as you are snuggled under your blankets, the rain beating down dancing is me telling you how much I love you. Sloan, I could sit here and write endless things but this would not even begin to show you or measure what is in my heart for you. The funny thing is Sloan is that year after year the list continues to grow.
You make me proud Sloan, and as I write with the tears streaming down my cheeks, I hope the photos I take will remind us always of the special memories we have had and will continually to have. I hope you never get to old to hold my hand and kiss me good-morning, and good-night. May you never get to old to snuggle in our bed on Sunday mornings, this is my favorite part of the day on Sundays, us just laying in a heap, arms and legs entwined, all five of us giggling and discussing who has the worse morning breath. It seems always as we are in this part of the discussion Gage seems to always have the most horrific gas! We usually always end up going downstairs after this for breakfast.
Thanks for letting us know in your own special way that you were hungry Gage.
Sloan your giggle and your warm love for this entire family makes me melt. You are so appreciated by each and every one of us. We are blessed because of you.
Sloan I love you and I thank-you for just being perfect wonderful you. May our time always be filled with even more wonderful memories and moments together.
As I write this I cannot help but have a heavy heart. You my darling first born are graduating out of grade two and entering grade three in the fall. My throat constricts as I reflect on your life and I cannot help but wonder where all the time has gone, time seems to be moving so fast. Oh Sloan, where do I begin? My love for you cannot possibly be measured but I would like you to imagine how my heart and mind feels for you. Imagine the breeze on a hot sunny day kissing your cheeks baby girl, for that breeze would be me. Imagine the sun warming your toes as you sit on the soft grass, the sun would be me. Imagine the sound of the rain on the roof top dancing as you are snuggled under your blankets, the rain beating down dancing is me telling you how much I love you. Sloan, I could sit here and write endless things but this would not even begin to show you or measure what is in my heart for you. The funny thing is Sloan is that year after year the list continues to grow.