Eleven years old now. Why, your almost a man. I know we have our ups and downs...but I still think of you as my baby jam. The first time I held you in my arms, the first time I touched your little fingers and toes... I know from the bottom of my heart, your were always going to be the light of my life. Im scared to let you be the man you so desparately want to be, for you see, if I do, you might forget about me. But always remember, sweet Jamie, my son. No matter what you do or no matter where you may go, you will always have the love from me, your mom to live on and live on, forever, throughout eternity. My collectives of me's.
Reason for writing:
I just love my son very much and wanted him to know.
Birth sign: Leo
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