Twenty years ago, I held you in my arms for the first time and felt the world shift. You were so tiny, yet somehow bigger than anything I’d ever known. From that moment on, my heart has walked outside my body.
When you were a baby, I wrote you letters every week. I wanted to capture every little thing every smile, every milestone, every moment that made my heart swell or stumble. Then months passed, then years. But even when I wasn’t writing with a pen, I was writing with my life, loving you with every sleepless night, every school pickup, every conversation, every prayer whispered when you didn’t even know.
And now… you’re twenty. Not a teenager anymore. Not my little boy.... but still my boy, always.
In these two decades, you’ve become kind, funny, smart, thoughtful, and strong. You’ve made mistakes and learned from them. You’ve shown up.
There’s so much I want to say and so much I want you to know, but maybe the most important is this:
No matter how old you get, you’ll never outgrow my love.
You’ll never age out of being someone I root for.
You'll never age out of free meals and birthday presents.
Lucas, I’m so proud of you. I’ve been proud since Day One, but somehow I find new reasons every day.
So here it is, the letter that took 20 years to write: You are everything I hoped for and more than I ever imagined. And I will love you fiercely, forever.
Love always,
Mama
Mommy
Mom
Bruh
