Jon Kent,
November 15, 2004, at 5:05pm you were born. You were the answer to so many prayers. I longed to hold a baby and you were the one I was meant to hold. You had 10 perfect fingers and 10 perfect toes. Your hair was peach fuss, blond and your eyes were a sparkling blue. You were tiny at only 5 pounds and 8 ounces. But you were perfect. You were born with a birth mark on your right butt cheek. It's still there, by the way.. along with some other birth marks that have made themselves known. You cried and cried but as soon as you heard your daddy's voice you grabbed his pinkie and quieted down. You were perfect. Although I was scared to death. I didn't want to do anything that would hurt you and still don't. Even though you are growing and learning I still don't want anything to hurt you. You are truly my heart outside my body. You amaze me with each passing day. How smart and loving you are. You are truly one of a kind and I pray you stay that way. I love you my sweet little 6 year old. I hope your birthday is the greatest one yet!
Love,
Momma
