Peabody’s First Love Letter

By Megan

Dear Peabody,

I never thought I’d have a son. Never imagined myself mothering a real-live man-in-the-making, so you’ll forgive my rather befuddled awe at your perfect boyishness and your inexplicable charm. I’m new at this. New to the heavenly but solid feel of your flesh in my arms, new to the way your infectious grin and and your piercing sea-blue eyes make me giggle and blush like a schoolgirl. Except for your Daddy, no man, old or young, has ever paid me quite as much attention as you do, and no man has ever been so clearly smitten with me. You make me want to be with you every minute, holding your hand, kissing your lips, burying my face in your proud, sturdy neck.

I love that when you catch my eye and the only thing my swirling, love-struck brain can think up to say is, Hi-iiiiii-iiiiii, you smile shyly and hide your eyes as though you’ve been completely undone by my cleverness. I love that when I reach out to you, you gasp and bounce, unable to hide the honest truth that being in my arms makes you happier than anything else in the world.

I love digging through your drawers full of snips and snails and puppydog tails and dressing you in your faded bluejeans and your soft, worn t-shirts, then holding you up to admire you, so handsome but comfortable, so tough but totally irresistable.

I love that you get little-boy stinky sometimes, but I goofily and gladly fill my lungs to capacity with your stink and wish I could bottle up an extra dose of it for later. I even love that your little rude noises make your face go all WHA? at first, but then you chuckle. I know I can’t always, but for now, I have to chuckle along with you, my little Pooty McPooterpants.

You have the most whisper-into-able ears. Did you know that? As I hold your cozy, drowzy, snug little form against me, you effortlessly pull all of my secrets out just by laying your sweet, fuzzy head on my shoulder and leaving a precious, warm ear deliciously close to my lips.

Oh Peabody, I’m yours! You’ve got me right where you want me.

And I hope I get to stay here a very, very long time.

Love,

Mama

Megan also blogs at FriedOkra.