Dear Gibson,

I think you might be a baseball player!  You've been playing catch with your dad lately, and you have quite the arm!  Today I asked if you are going to be a pitcher, and you said no - you're going to be a baseball thrower and hitter.  Ok, then!  Sounds good to me!  But you still have to learn to play the piano.  And play percussion in the band.  Deal?

Love,
Mom

Dear Gibson,

My goodness, it's been a long time since I've made the time to write you.  I'm ashamed!  You can see now why New Year's Resolutions are difficult to keep.  There's just not enough time in the day sometimes!  OK, there is, but lately your dad and I have been hooked on a show called "Bones" and that has taken a bit of a priority.  We're so obsessed that we've made you kids sit and watch episodes with us.  Probably not the best material for kids your age, but hey - I've never claimed to be mother of the year.  We're justifying it by saying that maybe it will inspire you to someday be a forensic anthropologist.  Anyway, a lot has been going on that someday we'll be able to talk about but in the meantime, there are a lot of things that I can't wait to write down for you.

Lately, you've been really beasty.  Almost as beasty as Georgia, which is really saying something for my mild-mannered little boy.  What's the deal?!  Let's just hope it's a phase and it passes quickly.  No matter what goes on during the day, though, you are always my sweet boy and I love you more than words can express.  More than air.  As you grow and change, I hope you always remember who you are and the powerful example that you are to our family.  You have the ability to soften hearts, and that is the most amazing gift I can think of.  You soften me every day.

I love you very much.

Love,
Mommy