Letters to Cole

Dear Cole, At ten months old, I’m trying desperately to commit to memory the parts of your babyhood that warm my soul from inside out. The way your blond hair, though getting longer, still has the soft silky feel of an infant. The way when I snuggle you before bed, you suck your thumb and [...]

Cole Michael, Hey buddy. Slow down.  No, really.  Slow. Down.  In the last month you’ve added crawling, fighting with your sister and pulling yourself up on furniture to your list of “things I can do without breaking a sweat.”  And Momma’s not ready for that.  Certainly I’m not ready to be chasing two kids in [...]

Dear Cole, Last night you feel alseep in my arms. As your body got still and heavy, your breaths soft and regular, I leaned down and pressed my lips against your hairline.  I breathed in and tried so hard to commit the moment to memory. The flicker of the fireplace. The weight of you in [...]

Dear Cole, Your four month letter is a little late.  I would apologize but really it’s your father’s fault and the impromptu trip to the beach we took last week.  You know what has amazed me about this last month with you?  The relationship you’re starting to develop with your big sister.  While you’ve always [...]