It’s late afternoon on a blustery and chilly day. You are sound asleep, and I am racing to get a few things done before you awake. This letter, already a day late, is one of them.
When I think about your fourth month, the first thing that comes to mind is how much fun you have become.
In the past several weeks, we have taken you to happening restaurants and bustling parties, and each time you weren’t bothered by the noise or the crowds. In fact, you couldn’t have been happier. You squealed with delight and fought back sleep. Your Uncle Tom-Tom, one of your namesakes and a social butterfly in his own right, was enormously proud. I have to admit, I am too. I am so glad that I will be able to take you out and about and share you with all the people in my life.
Even in the comfort of our own home, we have a blast. Your papa and I each have our favorite games to play with you, and you continue to humor us. Your papa lifts you in the air so you can fly like Superman, and I tickle you and smother you with kisses. Your coos and smiles have crescendoed into squeals and giggles, all of which are highly contagious. Sometimes, we don’t even know what’s so funny, but your laugh makes us laugh and pretty soon we are just cracking each other up.
You are getting stronger and smarter every day, too. You are rolling over more and more during our tummy time, and you are continuing to pull yourself up on our laps. Also, you have discovered your hands. Instead of balling them up into a fist, like you used to do most of the time, you are relaxing your fingers, batting at toys in front of you and grabbing my necklace and hair. My favorite is when you grip my fingers, as if you want to hold my hand. It melts my heart.
This past Sunday you got baptized at the church where your papa and I got married. We decided a long time ago that we were going to raise you Catholic, and it was a beautiful thing to see another plan become reality.
Dear HT, I so am excited to share with you what I believe, to show you what a wonderful place our world is and to impress upon you that you are so truly and profoundly loved.
In a few days, I will get to do just that because it will be Christmas. I’ll tell you more about it when you get older, but for now just know that it’s one of my favorite holidays because it is all about love—the love God has for us and the love that we have for each other.
Merry Christmas, dear and darling little boy. I love you.