Eight.......EIGHT?!?!

Dear Jason,

Today is your eighth birthday!  I have sat here and typed and erased, typed and erased, typed and erased.  It seems like I've done that a thousand times because what I want to say won't come out right or sounds corny.  I guess all you really need to know is that I love you completely, even when you are acting like a fool.  Yes, you try my patience.  Yes, there are times when I'm short with you or ignore you.  But you need to know that no matter how badly I act up, I love you unconditionally.  I cherish every moment that we spend together.  I cherish your little quirks and your icky little boy sense of humor.

I only wish I was better at expressing myself around you and showing you how much I truly love and value our bond.  Maybe you sort of realized that today when we were outside throwing snowballs at each other and I was giggling like a five year old.  And hearing you laugh was a million times better than sitting in front of the computer (like I'm doing now!) and doing nothing.  I just felt so happy because I was able to share your joy in one little simple act.

I hope that in the coming year we are able to do more.  I hope I'm able to pull myself out of this weird apathy towards life and be a better mother to you.  I hope that we are able to give you a more stable future.

And I hope that you will forgive us for any crap that we pull that might potentially ruin your life.  Like our love for teasing you about your "girlfriend".  I know, I know.  I need to shut up now.  I still think it is cute, though.

I love you, my son.  Even if I'm unable to show it all the time, it is still there.

Always.

-Mommy

P.S.

And because you're a Beatles fan.....