Dear Morgan,
Sometimes I feel like I am losing the baby girl that I had almost 5 years ago, because you are getting so big and so grown up and our lives are moving so fast that I don't get much time to just be with you anymore.

One of the things that I love about you, is that even when I feel like I am failing at giving you the time you need, you still amaze me with the little girl that you are. You want to do what's right. Your heart is so big and full of love, you want to help everyone around you. You want to take care of the Earth and are always begging to pick up "glitter" (litter)
Today while you and Ian were watching a cartoon there was a thunderstorm on it, and you scooted over next to Ian and patted his back, telling him , "It's okay Ian. Nothing to be scared of. It's okay"
When I hear you talk to your brother like that, it lets me know that hopefully some of the love I have for you is sticking. I really hope that you are learning to let Ian know that he is safe and doesn't need to be afraid because that is how you feel at home.

I love you so much Morgan Rose!

Its for reasons like these, and moments like those, that I am and always will be, grateful to get to watch you grow up.

Love you always,
Mom

Dear Ian,
  It's hard for me to write exactly how much you warm my heart with your hugs and cuddles. You come out of your room after your nap, so groggy you can hardly walk, and when I scoop you up you snuggle into me and it's really hard for me to think about anything else besides how much I love you and how much I wish I could always remember that moment.
   Tonight when I was cuddling you before bed, you were almost asleep and you asked, "Mon-ter?" I can't believe you are old enough to be scared of monsters in your room already! It is the cutest, most innocent question, and I love that all I have to do is say, "No. No monsters" and you believe me and roll over and go to sleep. I hope that we can always be this way, Bud. I hope that you will always know that I will always keep you safe.
   Every night after I put Morgan down for bed, you and I go into your room to play together. I love the time we get just you and me. When you get excited about something, your eyes get really big, and you get 3 little wrinkles on your forehead! I love them, I hope they never go away.
    It's for reasons like these, and moments like those, that I am and always will be, grateful to get to watch you grow up.
                                           Love You Always,
                                                      Mom

Dear Morgan,
   Earlier today, you were sitting on my lap and I whistled. I don't know why I did it, but I just did. And this is what you had to say about it (and you said it with waaay too much authority for a girl your size, if you ask me)
        "Mom, there are rules for whistling.
             Number 1: You don't whistle when someone is on your lap.
             Number 2: You don't whistle in someone's ear.
             Number 3: Never whistle at cars."

  When I put you to bed, you were in there for a couple of minutes and then you started making this sound like you were timidly scared of something. I peeked in to ask what was wrong and you said, "Oh. Phew! Hey Mom, I need you to move that dress over there (it was the dress you wore that day poking out of the laundry hamper), I need you to move it because in the dark I kind of think it is a lion."  

   You make me laugh all the time- you are so funny and quirky and all your own person. I love it and I hope it never goes away!


  It's for reasons like these, and moments like those, that I am and always will be, grateful to get to watch you grow up.
                                           Love You Always,
                                                      Mom

Dear Morgan,
   You are getting so big. I wonder how many times I'll start these letters that way. I just am so surprised every time I look at you and really see you, and I really see what a wonderful big girl you are turning into.
   You helped your brother today. You helped me today a lot too. You are getting so good at playing with Ian and you are always trying so hard to do the right thing. I know it isn't easy for you to always get along with your brother, but I also see you trying so hard. I am proud of you.
    Today when Ian woke up from his nap, you ran right into his room to help him feel better and let him know that he was safe. I love that you are such a good helper for me, because let me tell you, Little Girl, I need your help.
    You are my sunshine, Morgan. Your smiles and your laughs and your silly jokes make me so happy and bring light into my day. You are seriously, such a crack up. You say the funniest things and you always make sure that I heard them. Today you told me that your T Rex toy wouldn't eat your "spaghetti balls" because T-rex's just eat people and other plant eating dinosaurs. Not spaghetti balls. I don't know why I didn't know that, but I sure am glad you explained it to me!
     I love you so much, and I am sorry that I don't always point out the amazing girl that you are as much as I should. You are so perfect, Morgan. When you were a baby I used to sing this song to you:

  "Morgan Rose, Morgan Rose, God only knows, how much your mommy loves you. I love you, you know that its true, it hurts to hear your cries. Thank heaven, for Morgan, she's perfect in mom's eyes"

     It's true, sweetie. I love you and to me, even when you do something you shouldn't, you are still perfect. Who you are, is perfect. You are perfect for me. I am so glad that I get to have you.

It's for reasons like these, and moments like those, that I am and always will be, grateful to get to watch you grow up.
                                      Love you Always,
                                             Mom

Dear Ian,
   Today when I was putting you to bed, I was singing to you while you were drinking your milk. You asked me to sing you the Snow song, so I sang "Once there was a snow man" and you would take your sippy cup out of your mouth to repeat the last word of every phrase I sang. I love to hear you sing to me.

   Someday when you're older and you read these letters I am writing, you might not think this means much, but I want you to know that I love you like you love dinosaurs. I love you like you love horses. I love you like you love cars, and planes, and trains. When you see them, your eyes light up and your smile stretches across your face like your life could not possibly be any better. That is how I love you.

   Yesterday, when my back was hurting and I was laying on a heating pad all alone in my room, you came toddling in and snuggled up right beside me. I love that you are my thoughtful little cuddle bug. I missed you while I was stuck in my room and I was so happy to get a moment with you.

   It's for reasons like these, and moments like those, that I am and always will be, grateful to get to watch you grow up.
                                           Love You Always,
                                                      Mom