Dear Tatum,
Sometimes, when I look at you, I see your daddy. Sometimes, when I look at you, I see your mommy. Sometimes, when I look at you, I see my dad. Sometimes when I look at you, I see your Grandma Deb.
Sometimes it is all within a short little span of ten minutes. IT amazes me to see all these generations represented in your sweet little face.
Mostly, what I see is a miniature person whose personality is unfolding before our very eyes. You are such a happy little boy. I see your face light up when you see your mommy and daddy.
One of the best things in the world for me right now is when you fall asleep in my arms.
I am so in love with you, Sweet Tatum. I am so happy I get to be your Mimi.
