Here the translation (try) of my french text :

You're my son, little man who shares my life being a 'male' near your dad.
Pregnant, I did not know if you were going to be a boy or a girl. Deep inside I think I hoped to have a third little girl, and I was delighted. I did not know why. Maybe because I knew how to do with your two sisters, and I was already so happy to have them. Dad thought you were going to be a boy because he thought he had see an evidence at the ultrasound. The doubt was there. Until the end. When we had you in our arms the first time, you, our first little boy, I could then see on the face of your father what was his immense pride. But I did not immediately realized. You were a beautiful baby, healthy, and that was important. I repeated often: 'a boy ... we have a boy!'. Only some time later I really learned the fact that you were MY SON. The little man from my life. I have an unconditional love for you. I'm proud of you, of your progress, of your happiness, of your incessant smiles.
My son. My own son. Who would have thought one day I have the chance to use these words?

Mom,
your first fan

credits:
Sabrina's creations, kit My Little One