I am way too emotional. Writing this simply to get it all out of me. 2 and a half years my best friend in the world was born. When I first found out my sister was pregnant I just said, “oh cool.” I never thought I’d be so in love with that little person…. Brings me to tears thinking about things. He has lived with me ever since he came home from the hospital. He’s brought so much joy and happiness into my life I couldn’t even explain. Every morning I get to wake up to him, and every night I get to say goodnight to him. I’ve watched him grow from a little mini baby who couldn’t walk or talk, into this little toddler who does and even plays sports. I’ve been there for all of his firsts. Seeing him grow up and learn everyday is the best thing. But how fast he’s growing up hurts so bad. Can’t imagine the first night I go to sleep without him, wake up and he’s not there. It kills me. Although I’ll still see him often, it’s not the same. I’m the WORST at big changes. I’m sad for him too, he’ll miss his first home a lot, I know it. This is easily one of the hardest things I’ll go through.