Wow. Long time.

 Dear Brantley,

The last time I posted on here you were two. Somewhere in between life got crazy. We had your sister and then time just got away with me. I forgot this existed until one day - I didn’t. 

You are -4 now. Almost 15. And I still see the two year old when I look at you. But you are so much fun now. Challenging sometimes (teenager attitude is real) but at the same time I love our car rides and conversations about life. 

You are still figuring out who you are and what’s important to you. I can see who you are becoming and I’m proud of you. You’re smart and kind (most of the time) and you really do seem to care about others. 

You are so self conscious though - even thought you don’t let people see it. You were very much about what people think about you and how you look. I hope one day you realize that you are so much more than what anyone thinks of you. That’s my wish for you. 

I love being your mom. I love our hugs and that you do sometimes still need me. I hope you always know how proud o am of you. Always and forever. To the moon and back. 

Love you Bug,

Mom