Letters to Cannon - All I Want for Christmas Are My Two Front Teeth

Sweet Son -
You are five months old now. Your Dad and I have been nostalgic, remembering that one year ago we were putting up our Christmas decorations and only dreaming about you and being parents.

Last week I was holding you on my lap burping you, and I felt your heartbeat in your little chest. It struck me that one year ago that same heartbeat existed . . . inside of me. I didn't know you then, but I knew your heartbeat. Wow.

You've been teething this week and it's been quite the booger. You've been unusually irritable and clingy. Every night we eagerly wait for your Dad to get home from work to bring us a fresh smile. I'm so glad you're getting teeth, but it makes me a little sad. It's just one more milestone that reminds me that you're growing up and that there's nothing I can do to stop it.

I love you and your new toothy grin. Merry Christmas Little One.

Mommy