Dear Bently,

You absolutely hate bed time. I mean hate it. Okay maybe I'm over exaggerating. But it feels like every night you fight it. You will cry at your door until we come in. I've tried everything in the book to help you go to bed easier and nothing helps. Tonight I came home on break at 10:20 and you were still awake! Frustrated I went into your room angry and ready for a fight. You were just standing there in your little monkey footy pajamas crying. All the sudden you were just a baby again! I know you are big but honestly 2 is not very old. I swooped you up in my arms, wiped your nose and laid down with you in your bed. I was sitting there rubbing your cheek when you reached up with your arm, grabbed my neck, and pulled me down and gave me a kiss. After that you closed your little eyes and fell asleep as I rubbed your hair. I then was a creepier and just sat there and stared at you. When did you get so big. How can you seem so big yet so tiny all at the same time. I may have cried a little bit. I was just so overcome with love for my little boy. I love you so so much handsome man! Thank you for loving me, even with all my flaws.
Love,
Mom