A Letter to Hyrum

This post was inspired by Rebecca Smylie's Letter to Baby Jane, which you should go read immediately.
~The Editor


Dear Boy,

There are days when it seems laughable to me that I actually birthed you. There are moments, so bright they burn out immediately, when I puzzle over where exactly you came from. You are too beautiful, too bright and sweet and soft to have come from us. Truly, Boy, you are an example of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts.

One thing I noticed from you immediately is how indiscriminately loving you are. I've had crusty old ladies and gruff men smile and goo at you from behind my back when we're standing in line at the grocery store. You give out those little grins, dimpled and sporting a tiny triangle of pink tongue, just like my dad handed out pink bubble-gum cigars on the day of my birth--with a lavish hand.

You are fascinated by light and music and the sound of birdsong. You kicked your legs mercilessly when the rockets red-glared above us on the 4th of July, and when you were tired you turned your head into my chest and fell asleep, keeping one eye on the lights show as long as you could before you threw in the towel. I had prepared myself mentally for a wicked screaming fit but you? Afraid? No, you were merely curious.

You are strong, Boy. So strong. From the first night you came to us, you pushed up your little body off your papa's chest to get a better vantage point of this strange world you'd come to. You gave it a look-around with eyes that were far too sage for someone who had been, quite literally, born yesterday.

You are our Boy, our schatz, our wond'rous little stranger. Thank you for choosing to come to us.

~Mamamamamam