Dear Momma,
I don't know very much yet. But I do know this: I love you. It hurts me when you leave the room. I feel safe when you are near me, next to me, behind me. No matter what I am doing, I want to know that you are there. When you come home from wherever you go, I want you to hold me. I want it so much that I forget whatever other fun I've been having. Your smile makes me smile. Your laughter makes me laugh. When you are sad, I feel sad too. And it confuses me. Your voice soothes me. At night, your singing gives me courage. You play with me. You read to me and you talk to me. You feed me and clean me and, even though I don't know it, you think ahead to how you can care for me better. You are - and always will be - my very first friend. The first person I ever loved. Thank you for being my momma.
Love, Henry