I never planned on handling anyone else's boogers, I never had the power to heal a wound with my kisses, until you.

Dear sweet little man of mine,

I could have sworn you were infantile a couple of days ago. It doesn't seem like it's been two years since I was wrenching your Oma and/or your Daddy, screaming bloody murder in room full of barbarians who couldn't make the epidural work. And you were HUGE, why were you so huge? I didn't think you were cute at first. You resembled a baby sumo. You became cuter as the hours passed though. When Daddy held you for the first time, his face was the most delightful I've ever seen it. I'll never forget that.

I feel it was just yesterday I was sitting on the bed, holding you and feeding you and staying up until 3 a.m. with you while you screamed, watching 7th Heaven--because that was all there was on TV, every night at 11. You screamed from 10 p.m - 3 a.m. every other night. Your Daddy was in a month-long deployment training and Oma had to go back to New York. I was left alone with this creature who was apparently mine, although I didn't feel connected at all. I spent most of the time trying to figure out what to do with this thing, that I was too tired to be connected. I didn't know how anyone could possibly do this more than once. A lot of times I'll admit I wanted to put you in a basket on the porch and just go to sleep. But when you fell asleep on the front of me, tucked into your Baby Bjorn, I thought maybe I'd keep you a little longer.

You've been a little monster from the start. Angry when you're awake and it's not time to be (I don't blame you), grumpy when you're hungry, and you always want everything to be a specific way--you might get that from your Daddy. WHen you were in the Bjorn I couldn't sit down and eat, or use the computer. You needed me to be walking around or standing and swaying at all times. Now you still scream at me when you don't have your juice in a certain cup, or I try to take your jacket off for you, or God forbid I throw your diaper away for you when you would like to do it yourself. You are the funniest ever.

I can't believe that just two short years ago I was wondering what you'd be like as a toddler. You became one at some point when I wasn't looking and you are the biggest little love of my life. I can't figure out what I did to deserve becoming your Mommy. I mean, of all the people in the world to give this amazing, beautiful baby boy, God picked ME! He runs my cup overflowing every single day, giving me the gift of you to wake up to. Sure, sometimes I do miss sleeping until Noon, but because of you I am no longer one of those people that sleeps my day away.



I never thought I could EVER love a set of feet so much, but yours are by far the cutest I've ever seen. I'm obsessed with watching you eat, play with your toys and of course when you sleep. I am fascinated by watching you grow and learn so many things so fast. You are so smart, I am so proud of you already! I was so dazzled by seeing you pretend to fill a toy pan full of water in a toy sink, and proceed to put it on the toy stove, in your daycare room. How did you know that pans get filled with water and go on the stove? you surely aren't tall enough to witness it happening in our house, or are you? And since when did you get that perfect swing with your mini baseball bat? and that great arm you have when you throw a ball?

I love growing up with you all over again. You've helped me to appreciate the little things. You've helped me to get just a small glimpse of what God's love is like for all of us. No one can fathom the capacity of love that Jesus has for us, but since I've had you, I get it. I love you when you're happy, when you're being bad, I want to make everything better when you're sad, yet I know what's best for you and you're still learning patience just like I am. He loves us, and I love you like an artist loves their work, because you are my creation, indeed my best creation.





You are my whole heart. When Mommy was not feeling well all summer, my biggest fear was not being able to take care of you properly. Even if I had Daddy to help.

You are so silly. I'd like to think you get it from your Daddy and Me.




Your laugh and your Daddy's laugh are my most favorite sounds in the world. You have a lot of his traits. Even his beautiful blue eyes like I hoped you would.

Your random kisses throughout the day, are for sure my highlights of every day, And when I come pick you up at daycare, that's my favorite part of my Day too, especially when it's coming from work. Thank You for being such a resilient kid with daycare. Thank You also for saving all your "Firsts" for me. I didn't miss a thing with you, your first steps, your first word, you saved it for me!

I love you to the moon and back baby boy, and that's very, very far!

Happy 2nd Birthday my love.