Dearest Hudson,
Whew what a year it has been, my love. From 6 to 7 years old you had heart surgery, your parents got divorced, a global pandemic happened, followed by protests and an America in turmoil. It’s been scary. There have been a lot of unknowns. But you know what hasn’t changed? Your sweet and happy demeanor. How did we get so lucky? During the pandemic, we were all locked up in our houses for months. MONTHS! But you dutifully played with your sister, even when she was driving you nuts. You helped me with chores when I needed it. You prayed for everyone with the virus, every single day.
Some things I never want to forget from this time with you: you make sure to tell Henley, Mor Mor, and I that you love us at least five times a day. You cherish snuggling all together. I cant tell you how many times I woke up with you and Henley draped over me at 2 AM- pure bliss for me, by the way.
Henley had a full blown melt down one day because she wanted to marry you. You explained y’all were brother and sister and couldn’t get married, but that you love her so so much. I about died. Another time, you put your arm around her and just told her “I will always protect you.”
I don’t know how I got so lucky to be your mama, but you make me proud and happy every single day. Thank you for being such a bright light. For making us laugh. For loving to do silly Tik Tok videos with me. For just being the sweet, smart, incredibly caring boy that you are.
I love watching you grow. Yes it makes me sad to see you get bigger. To see you need me less and less. But I also know that you are going to do great things, my love. Happy Birthday!
