truth be told I wanted a girl first. I actually cried a little when I found out you were a boy. but, the more I thought about the little person that I was growing, and the little person you would become, the more in love with you I became. and now you are here, you are ours, and I wouldn’t trade you, Clyde, for a million little girls. you have made my ever-loving heart ache with plentitude. there has been a deluge of tears since you got here (see: hormones), but mostly because I am just so melodiously over the moon happy to call you mine. you are even more wonderful than I imagined you’d be. so, Happy National Son’s Day to you, my tiny little dream of a boy. every day will be National Son’s Day as far as I’m concerned. //
