Today my first born is 11. Sweet Wylie. Wyguy.
Always my pal.
My funny ham, my actor.
Always willing to help.
Always up for an adventure. Never scared of anything.
Your heart is the biggest I know. You are brave and kind and sweet.
And now you are 11. In the 6th grade. Hormones heading my way. You give me that that look that says “Momma, you are not cool.” I feel that embarrassing you is my job. We are even.
But I know underneath it all you love my big hugs and my messy kisses all over your face.
You still sit on my lap when you are tired and you still bring me your tears.
You will always be my first born, I will always be your Momma.
I love you Wylie Allman.