My sweet, sweet boy, the first of 3;
Words can scarcely describe what you mean to me.
A big brother now, and so great from the start,
You love those little twin boys with all of your heart.
You help and you hug and you kiss and you smile;
You calm them with pacifiers, even when it takes a while.
I taught you not to get frustrated and scared when their crying won’t cease;
You just walk away then return when they can settle with ease.
Your eyes are so bright, young mirrors of my own;
The resemblance to my dad and grandpa just strengthens the more you have grown.
Your questions seem endless, “Mama this or that…” all day long,
But I always will answer to help build your mind strong.
You love choo-choos and cars, dinos and robots, too;
Cuphead, rag, and Elly are never far from you.
You’ve given up diapers, it’s undies now all day long;
Last night your plug went to the fairy and you’re being so strong.
You said you missed meh-meh (pacifier) when you were sleepy today,
But Daddy and I said how proud we are of you for giving it up and that was totally ok.
You’re such a feeling little boy, with emotions in view;
Don’t ever change that, it’s important for you.
You laugh, you cry, you get mad, and you love;
You snuggle into my neck before your nap and you fit like a glove.
I told you that’s how I know that you’re mine, your head nestled into me;
You’re my sweet little boy, you fit perfectly.
3 books we read before your nap most every day –
Snake, Monsters 1-to-10, and Fruit Loops, and all their words you can almost say.
You play with an ever-rotating set of toys, listen to “Twinkle Twinkle” for your nap, and build with your blocks;
You set up coffee and tea parties then fly around the house, sliding in socks.
“I love you, Mama,” “Good Mama,” “Good name-everyone-in-our-family” are your favorite lines.
“Good Morrison” is my constant reply.
You’d follow your sisters to the end of time,
Running and playing and chasing outside.
You fill my heart, my sweet little boy;
Sure, sometimes I shout, but it’ll never outweigh the joy.
When we got home with the babies I swear you had grown overnight.
You looked like a giant – how could this be right?
You had always been my tiny boy,
Now here you were, dwarfing your little brothers as if they were toys.
But your place is just perfect, number 3 in the line.
Little brother to the girls, big brother to the twins, and you’re doing just fine.
The ties between you 5 have formed an unbreakable bond.
I love you so much, my sweet Morrison John.
