Worry Wart

Dear Greyson,

So, I was a big worrier before you ever came around, but now that you are in my life I am so much worse! I worry about anything and everything you can imagine. I actually drive your Dada crazy with how much I worry about the two of you. After reading an article in the Washington Post this evening I am so grateful for how much I worry about you and how often you are on my mind. It was an article about people forgetting their children in their cars. I cannot imagine how heart-breaking that would be for a parent. What is worse, the parents in the article, were not bad people. They were loving, adoring parents, who made a mistake. Things like this make me crazy with worry! This is one of the reasons I always ask Dada to send me a picture of you when you wake up, or if I take you to Cindy's I call him after to tell him how it went. You have been sleeping through the night for a few months now, but I haven't actually slept an entire night since before you were born. I still get up and check on you throughout the night. I stand over your crib and watch you breathe. You are so amazing and full of life. You are my whole life, and I have a feeling that as I watch you grow, my worrying is only going to get worse.

I love you buddy, forever and longer!
Love, Mama