Dear Brooks,
Three years ago I was sitting in a hospital bed (after a long 4 week stay)and I fell completely in love with a sweet baby boy - you. Every since that day you've been my little buddy. We've traveled together, hiked together, laughed together, cried together, and so much more. This past year has been such a great year watching you grow up into a big boy and a big brother. There is so much that I love about you that I don't want to forget:
You always want a kiss good-night. You enjoy watching movies and like to quote things from the movies you love (Bambi, Nemo, Cars, Toy Story 3). You like to eat. When we make brownies or cake you like to lick the bowl just as much as I do. You love your sister and I know that you will always be there to protect her. You are a good swimmer. At night time, before bed, you run around like a crazy man (clothes are optional). I love your grumpy face. You never want to look at the camera when I take your picture. Your a nurturing little boy - you're always finding baby dolls or stuffed animals to take care of. You have a "pet" turtle that you named Raisin and a baby doll named Leisey. You like to play outside. You have a short attention span when it comes to organized activities. You are stubborn and strong-willed. Wrestling with Daddy is one of your favorite nightly activities. Kansas is your buddy. You can throw tantrums like no other (high-pitched screaming is usually involved). You like to sing. You prefer milk over water, unless you get to drink out of Mommy's water cup. You sleep like a champ with your two blankies and Roxy doggie by your side. You talk in bed before you fall asleep. You like to watch sports and route for The Rangers. You are a happy camper 95% of the time. You are a good traveler on a plane or in the car - I never even get out the DVD player. You love your family. You give random hugs that I just LOVE. You only have one volume when you speak, and its loud. When you introduce yourself to people you say, "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Brooksy Hoffman." When you toot you almost always say "Excuse me". You run fast like Lightning McQueen (not really, but you try). You like to touch my face sweetly when I tuck you in to bed. You know how to get your "HORNS UP" like a true Longhorn fan. You pray sweetly every night and you always remember to pray for "Mommy, and Daddy, and Laney and Kansas."
You are such a sweet boy and you make me smile every day. I asked you the other night if you would stay my sweet little boy forever and you said yes. I'm not going to let you forget that. Brooks, I love you more than ice cream and pizza and baseball and swimming.
Love,
Mommy