You are my baby and always will be. Your sister has inspired me and you have softened me. You make me melt and I cry inside each time I sing to you at night. I cry because you are my last baby. Every moment that I spend with you is bittersweet. Each “first” moment or memory that I experience with you is also my last. Since you are my last, each time I pick you up I feel the sorrow that this could be the last time I hold my baby. You are 2 now and quickly approaching 3. Soon you will be too big for me to lift and soon you will no longer want to hold my hand. It breaks my heart but I know that this is life. I will love you always and I pray that you always have room in your heart for me.