Status: I hate myself for writing this
Love, Your Mother
IV
My beautiful boy Jaxon,
You were born today. You have your father’s green eyes but you have my dark hair. You look so much like the both of us it’s amazing. I can’t wait till you learned how to walk, read, talk, and I can’t wait till your father teaches you how throw a baseball. You weighed six pounds and three ounces, you cried so much and your father couldn’t stop crying himself but once I held you, and told you I was there, you stopped crying. I will always be there for you, Jaxon. Always. I promise.
Welcome home, sweetheart.
Your mother.
You were born today. You have your father’s green eyes but you have my dark hair. You look so much like the both of us it’s amazing. I can’t wait till you learned how to walk, read, talk, and I can’t wait till your father teaches you how throw a baseball. You weighed six pounds and three ounces, you cried so much and your father couldn’t stop crying himself but once I held you, and told you I was there, you stopped crying. I will always be there for you, Jaxon. Always. I promise.
Welcome home, sweetheart.
Your mother.