October, 2006
Dear August, you are my watcher and my processor. From the day you were born, you have watched and learned from the world around you. You soak in your environment like a sponge and make transfers and assimilations that absolutely astound me. There is not one detail that you miss or forget. And your personality and vocabulary most certainly reflect this with your incredibly descriptive conversations and the richness and intensity with which you tackle any project or task, mood or emotion. I have had many people tell me that you will do great things one day, August, and I most certainly believe them.
You are my soulful spirit, intuitive and knowing. If I were to bookmark this year in my mind, August, I would forever have memories of you comforting me as I cried and you wheezed for air. I would never forget your strong hugs and intense kisses and moments of pure joy when you made something work or you were simply delighted. And I could not, would not, displace from my mind the pictures of you playing sweetly and kindly with your baby sister, sharing older brother wisdom.
Yes, August, you will do great things. You are the mark I will make on this world. Happy birthday.
Love, Momma
July, 2010