A letter at 5 years old...time warp.
February 8, 2015 at Nanny's house A letter at 5 years old... My dearest son Rhett – Writing you a letter on your birthday has turned into a tradition for me, well, for us. I will try to continue this and give these to you some day when you might want to read them. Sneaking in the grass I’m sad this evening. Because my “baby” has gone away. There are no further reminders of the baby you once were. The wispy hair, baby skin, toddler antics and crazier behaviors. All long ago, gone in the past, forever more. I have a hard time thinking about the fact you are growing up. I fear that I won’t always remember or recall all of these things about “little Rhett”. I know that I will miss the little boy smell, the little cute smiles, snuggles, tears and everything that makes you so unique and so much a part of me. I fear that you are growing up so fast, can I keep up to guide you and help mold you into the kind, respectful man I hope you become.