Sentimental

Oh, Jeremiah, you little stinker. I love you bunches. You never cease to amaze me with the ingenious ways you find to get into mishchief. I can hear the wheels turning in that precious little brown haired head of yours, but I never know what to expect. I'm so glad that God chose use to be your parents. You are my favorite little boy aside from the obvious reason of me being your mother. You make life interesting. You are an imaginative little fellow with dreams as big as the universe. Don't ever change. Gosh darn sentimental moments!