I carry you into your room.
I change your tiny diaper,
As you lay on your keekaroo.
I undress you from your playtime clothes,
And kiss your perfect tummy.
You let out laughs and giggles,
And think your momma is funny.
I dress you nice and warm,
In your night-night jammies.
Then I shut off your bedroom light,
And instead turn the stars on your Lambie.
You nurse in my arms,
I hold you tight.
Then, I swaddle you in your blanket before I turn off your night light.
We walk and bounce around your tiny room to the sound of your lullabies.
You suck on your paci and hold onto your bunny,
Until you close your eyes.
Then we sit together in your rocking chair.
As you rest peacefully,
I can't help but stare.
The way the light hits your face,
Your chubby little fingers,
Your sleepy smiles and tiny toes
Are only a few of the thousands of things that I hope to remember.
When I know that you're sleeping and we end another day,
I listen to the sound of your soft breath.
Then, I slowly begin to pray.
Some days are good while others are better.
But, there's never a day that goes by,
That I don't thank the Lord that He brought you into my life.
Being a mom is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
I worry about every little thing and try with all my might,
So that you never question how much you are loved when you go to bed each night.
I pray that you're happy.
That God gives you a deeper joy.
And that you grow up to know Him and His love in your life, baby boy.
I pray for your future,
Your mind and your heart,
That you're smart and successful and I've done my part.
I pray for your wife.
That her parents raise her right.
That you both make wise decisions, and faith becomes your sight.
I pray she loves you just as much as I do, if not more.
That she makes your house a home.
She builds you up with respect and support,
And you cherish her as your own.
I pray for your marriage,
The foundation on which it is made.
That neither of you take lightly that vows that you say.
I pray your love lasts and brings you more joy than you can fathom,
And she will become part of our family.
That we will gain our daughter, rather than losing our son.
I pray for your family.
That one day you'll feel in your heart,
The amount of love you can bear when your child enters your arms.
I pray out of selfishness,
That I get to be a part of the big and small.
And if ever you need someone, I will be there for it all.
I pray for your health,
That you will live a long life that is free
Of sickness, turmoil, or disease.
I pray for this world,
That it will be a better place.
That the leaders of this country,
Will be filled with God's grace.
Every night I whisper my dreams and my fears,
My heart becomes overwhelmed and my eyes fill with tears.
I end my prayer the same every time.
Above all else, it is my plea
That you will always know how much you are loved by me.
I lift your sweet body and kiss your sweet cheek,
I carry you to bed and say "goodnight" and "sweet dreams."
As I lay you down and tuck you in warm,
I give all of my worries and cares over to the Lord.
The greatest joy I've ever known,
Came the day that you were born.
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