My Dearest Aidan,
It seems like it was only yesterday morning at 2:17 am I received the phone call: "Hey Erica, they're admitting me into the hospital." I rushed up to the hospital, 7 weeks pregnant and exhausted from the day before with my first graders. It seemed like forever. Your mama was either a saint or a crazy woman (I prefer the latter of the two) for doing all that natural labor stuff. All that walking and breathing she did as I just waited and waited. Finally you came. All 4 pounds and 7 ounces of you. You were a tiny thing. But you were my first nephew. And I was in love.
I kept you before I even knew how to care for a baby. You played with all those goodies Ella received before she ever made her entrance into the world. Three years later you have a mind of your own. You definitely know what you want (like anything that's the color purple) and your personality absolutely cracks me up (because your Mama is getting her payback). You are amazingly smart and I hope that your love for school (or "my preschool" as you call it) grows as the years progress. You love to talk on the phone, and even though I know I'm just the segue to Ella, I love that you talk to me like I'm your friend. And even if you won't call me "favorite" (although I know I am) you melt my heart with your endearing "E-ca."
You bring so much joy to my life and I hope that your third birthday is so special.
I love you, buddy,
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