Dear Ezra.

Dear Ezra,

Today was not the greatest day in the world. Daddy was gone until 8 pm. You woke up at 6:45 am and only had an early one hour nap. I tried to keep you busy. We played outside for a while (until it started storming), we watched lots of Curious George (of course) and you helped me clean the kitchen. In the morning we had to get you some eye drops at the pharmacy for your irritated eyes (I'm really sorry I had to hold you down to get them in your eyes).

Later, you went with me to pick up the dry cleaning and get a few groceries. The grocery store wasn't our best moment. You were great for most of it. You sat happily in the "car cart" steering for us and standing up when mommy was taking too long picking out peanut butter. When we finally started unloading our groceries to check out, you decided to run away, and you got really far really fast. I watched you go at first, hoping you would turn around and come back. Once you had ran down an entire isle and turned the corner, I knew I had to run after you. It was probably a few minutes before we finally got back to the register, where the cashier waited (quite impatiently). I swiped my debit card without scanning my rewards card (dang it!) and then couldn't remember my pin. I started looking through my phone to find where I had entered it and the impatient cashier snapped at me to finish my transaction. Meanwhile, you decided to run to the front of the store this time and (thankfully) waited at the doors for me, saying "ma ma, ma ma" over and over again. I wasn't very happy with you as I buckled you into your car seat and was crying out of frustration and embarrassment by the time we pulled into our garage.

As soon as I started to cry, you got a very sincerely concerned look on your face. I unbuckled you and set you on your feet. You immediately reached for me to pick you up and as soon as I did, you wrapped both your arms around me and hugged me tightly. You even patted my back. And you would occasionally pull back to study my face, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. This of course just made me cry harder, and we just stood in our garage, just the two of us, with you comforting me.

You have amazed me many times in my life, but today stood out to me especially. I no longer cared about what the people waiting for us to pay at the grocery store thought, the unsympathetic looks thrown my way, because I knew that you didn't mean to cause any trouble and that you would do anything to make your mommy happy. I really needed you today, ez. And I know how lucky I am to have you in my life.

Then later tonight, as you were getting ready for sleep, there was a knock at the door and I knew it was a friend coming to pick me up so I ran downstairs and later daddy told me what happened after I left. When you heard voices downstairs, you bolted upright and said "Ma?" then jumped out of bed and sprinted after me. Dad convinced you mommy was with a friend and that she was okay. It took some convincing but eventually you got back into bed.

When I heard that story I felt so loved and so protected by you, Ezra. I know you will always stick up for me and protect me from anything you could. Even though you are only three feet tall, I know you would always try to keep your mommy safe and well. I promise I will always do the same for you. Thanks for being my buddy.

Love, Your mah-meeeee.


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