Keven

I ask myself, where do I begin?

Keven, my first baby... the one that launched me into the mommy world. He is the one that sparked the fire that now burns fiercely inside my heart for my two little angels. Peering over your crib as you slept only a few weeks old, I was overtaken by this thing they call a mother's love.

Anxiety. Fear. Love. Joy. And happiness that consumed me all at once. A collection of emotions that simply made me cry.

At first we called you our little mexican pistol...a bundle of energy that could turn from angel to hellion in a split second. But to my surprise, as you grew you became my little casanova so charming and sweet; kissing and hugging me everyday, telling me "I love you, mom" and "Mom, you are so cute", and letting Ms Coretha, your teacher know that you like her new hair (newly highlighted and cut). Amongst the description of Casanova, you also are a smooth talker (lawyer style), street smart, comic, and savvy. As I write more about our life you will know what I mean.

At 8, all of the above still applies. Teachers and parents alike are so pleased with your kind, generous and helpful ways.

Even though I have a glimpse of the person you are becoming, I still wonder who you will become.