Dear Emerson, 

Every night before your father and I go to bed, we tiptoe back to your room. Hand in hand, we lean over your crib and for just a few seconds watch as you dream. Then, we look at each other, your daddy kisses me on the cheek and we walk to our own room and lay down to sleep. But before I can fall asleep, I pick up my phone and scroll through the pictures that I snapped of you that day. This makes your daddy laugh. 

Thank you, Little Bird for showering our days with sunshine and covering our nights in sweet, sweet dreams.

Love,
Mama