Dear Son,

Ethan how is it that you have grown so quickly? Eleven years ago, on the eve of your birth, Daddy and I were full of dreams for you! You have surpassed all expectations. As I reminisce through your childhood I wish that I could rock you a little longer in that old red recliner, tickle that spunky little three year old, pray with that tender-hearted five year old, cheer for that all-star seven year old, laugh with that day dreaming ten year old.... You've taken me from Barney to baseball, from sweet baby breath to pre-adolescent anxiety. You have made me the mama that I am. I know that I am far from perfection, but Stinky, I am so proud of you! Happy, happy birthday!

I love you!