Monday Memories: Letters To My Children #6

Welcome to installment #6 of Monday Memories: Letters to My Children. If you want to know more about how this posting got started read here. Feel free to grab my button on the right sidebar and link up your own letters. Please leave a comment so that I can visit your letter.

As you will see, this letter was written to my newborn son, Jordan. He is now almost 15 years old and will be getting his learner's permit to drive in April. My! Where has the time gone?!!

Thursday, May 12. 1994
11:45 p.m.

Dear Jordan, On Saturday, April 23, 1994 at 2:45 p.m. you became part of my world. You weighed 8 lbs. 10 oz. & were approx. 21 inches in length. You have a head full of black hair and your eyes are so dark (I don't know what color) that I can barely see your pupils. You also have a fat face, long, skinny arms, legs, fingers, and toes. You are a sweet precious baby, and I love you more than words can say.

It took some time for your daddy and I to get adjusted to having a baby in the house, but I think we're settled back into our "normal" routine. Your big brothers, Justin and Chase, think the world of you. They always want to hold you when you're up, and they can't keep their hands off you.

Your daddy calls you his "little cootie bug." And you are. You are such a pretty baby. Right now you resemble the Parris family. But in time, you will probably grow to look like your daddy, as Justin and Chase did. I love you, and I wish the best for you in the years to come. You are always going to be the baby of the family. That means that you've got to be tough in order to survive Justin and Chase.

(The second page to this letter has been accidentally torn out. There are only bits of a few words left on it. I'm sure I went on to tell him how much I loved him.)