Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Your favorite book

Dear Boston,

your Momma is a book lover.  I love to read as much and as often as I can.  I hope to instill this love for books and reading in you, so in an attempt to do that, I read with you every day.  We read Dr. Seuss, Beatrix Potter, Audrey Wood, etc...  The one book we are very consistent with is the Scriptures.  And I swear, I am not being a cheesy Mom (ok maybe a little) but you have a totally unique reaction to the scriptures.  When I read you your books you look at the pages with interest and try to reach out and grab them.  When I read you the scriptures you smile up at me the whole time.  I know you don't understand the words I am saying, but I think you must recognize the spirit that enters the room. 

Grandma Tresa told me her favorite memories of me as a child were when I would come into her room while she was napping and plop her heavy scriptures up on her stomach.  Then I would climb up in bed with her and ask her to read to me.  I loved and continue to love the scriptures.  I hope you love them too.  As you get older the scriptures will become very familiar to you and reading them may feel a little routine and insignificant at times.  But I want you to remember that when you were just a baby you could recognize the special spirit that the scriptures bring into a room.  That spirit is tangible.  It is real.  It can be hard to recognize, in fact I don't recognize that spirit every time I read...but you do. I just want you to remember that. 

I love you Boston.
Isaiah ch 11 vs 6  "and a little child shall lead them".  

Love, Momma

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Letter to Mommy

Dear Boston,

The other day I went to check on you in your bed and to my surprise I saw you swaddled up with a card on your chest.  Daddy had been giving me cards and leaving them around  the house all week, but you can imagine my surprise when I saw that you had wrote me one!

Here is what it said,


You are my favorite thing.  The noises you make are the best.  You are the most fun, sweet, huggy, and smell-goodiest of all things.  The Dadda thing stinks and is pokey.  You are the best Momma ever.  I have talked to a lot of other babies and I know! 

Thank you for taking such good care of me.  sorry I don't nap very well but it's your fault cause you're so loving and pretty that I can't resist seeing you come in and pick me up.  You make me so happy. 

I chose you up in Heaven.  Heavenly Father winked at me and told me, "She's the best I have". 
I love you Momma.


Bosty Bear

Right back at you Buddy!  Right back at you!