My baby is now a little boy. In every sense of the word. He has grown up. And I have such mixed emotions about the age. As his mom, I definitely think I cried more at this birthday than his first. He is just getting bigger and learning so much so fast, but I love it, every minute of it. I love everything about this gift of mine.
I love the way he twirls his hair around his finger. I love the way he twirls my hair around his finger, and how when we are on a road trip, and he's really sleepy, and he can't reach me, he asks for "mommy hair". I love that whenever daddy is laying on the floor its an open invitation to pounce on him, wrestle with him or ride him like a horsy. I love that he says "excuse me" or "bless you" whenever he or anyone else coughs or burps. I love that he sleeps with 28 animals (okay, slight exaggeration) and has to have them each in the perfect spot before he can go to sleep. I love that when he wakes up in the morning all I hear is him talking to his animals and singing songs. I love that he likes to "tickle, tickle". I love that he loves to read, even if he now wants to "do it" by himself. I love that he likes to find things, his favorite being the moon. I love his innocent smile. I love that he loves his "cherrro" (our dog) and terrorizes her like no ones business. I love that when we say the blessing, everyone must have their hands folded, and he doesn't understand if someone doesn't. I love that he gets tickled at himself. I love his sweet laugh. I love that he has a sensitive heart. I love that he always goes to the cabinet, grabs his lunchbag and says, "bye-bye", heads to the door and then wonders why I won't open it for him. I love that he always wants to know what everyone "says" (ie. "whats daddy say? whats goofy say? whats car say?) I love that when he eats something he likes he says, "taste good". I love (ok...learning to love) that he runs everywhere...nothing is a walk, its full speed ahead. But I do love that when he wants to walk, he has to hold hands. I love that he always wants his daddy, esp to play basketball with. I love that the nursery workers tell me he points out the Bible in the storybooks. I love that he dances. To anything, all the time. I love that he sings and hums and gets songs like, Twinkle, Twinkle stuck in his head. I love that he asks for a hug, and after the hug, he asks for a kiss. And I love that he makes a noise everytime he kisses. I love that he's curious. I love that he's cuddly. And I love that he's mine.
Thank you Jesus for this gift. and for giving him to me and his daddy to raise.
