Since the day you came to us, you've possessed a sweet soul. I so often call you, "my little angel" because that's what you are. When I hold you, when I'm in your presence the love I have for you overwhelms me. I could just devour your perfectly soft skin. The curve of your cheek.
I call you angel and I call you rascal. We call you "Bagunca", which is a sweet Portuguese word for "little mess". Because you get into everything. And we wouldn't want it any other way.
Last week as we were leaving music class, a mother I don't know commented "He's so cute. I think he may be a priest or a therapist..." The reason she said this is because, unlike the other kids, a trait that is truly yours, is your overwhelming sensitivity and awareness of those around you. You deliberately "check in" on each kid in music - and you stopped to offer a hug to the shy girl who stayed on her mom's lap for most of the class. You have a compassion that we have not taught but you simply arrived to us possessing.... It's one of the things that makes you so unique.
Happy 17 months to my Littlest Angel.