Sweet Theo,

Before you were born...

your Grandma always told me, "The first one raises you. You raise the rest."

You, baby boy, went to work very, very quickly.

My first days as your Mama were the most difficult days of my entire life...

(Don't be fooled... it was no piece of cake for your Papa, either.)

More than any feeling of guilt

or anxiety

or frustration

that I might have had

during your first few months,

one million times more,

you were loved.

And loved,

and loved.

Better than anything else, I know your birth day.

The day

you started

raising me.

Theo,

I wouldn't be me,

if there hadn't been you.