Day 513
13 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
It has been too many days since I last wrote you. I do apologize but my oh my have we been busy. Learning. Oh, how you learn. First standing, then walking, then running. Soon you will be jumping and climbing and falling. Watching your happy little feet trot clumsily along, the quiet rhythms resonating through the wood floors, I find so great a joy. It warms my heart. The squeal as you run to those you love. And how you love. One of my favorite things about you is how social you are. How many people in your life make you smile. make you giggle. Make you gasp in joy, your hand extending to theirs to drag them away into your world of blocks and balls and cars and pillows and box houses and blankets. Soon enough you will be calling out: Hey you, come play cars with me. I absolutely love it.
For the first time since you were born and I had the thought, “I want you to stay this age.” I have always been excited for the future, and I still am. But something about you, the way you run into my arms needing that moment of connection before you head back out into your world, just makes my life warmer. I know as you get older, you will get more independent. I just want you in my arms. I just love holding you, snuggling you. I can not make it more than a sentence or two through this without stopping to give you a kiss or a hug. I just love you.
The words. The words you know. How quickly you are learning. All fantastic and mind-blowing. I feel like so many can not understand the wonderful it is to hear you attempt to say broccoli or aiden or blue ball or chicken or bye bye daddy. Those little moments, those small accomplishments are the greatest and most powerful moments I have experienced. You learning, you growing…that is what gives soundtrack to my life. I love watching you say hello to your toys and bye bye to the fishes as we head off for a nap. And Uh-Oh. One of the scariest and best sounds you make. Even though it almost always means that someone dropped something, every once and a while, a mess has been made. A mess I wish could have been made on the potty. But all in good time my son. All in good time.
Giggle and smile. Crying and whining. Up all night, or sleeping soundly. You are my son, and I will love you. Always. In your best and in your worst. Continue to grow, learn, smile, play, care, love.
We need more good people in this world. I am so happy of the joy you already bring to so many. Kid, one day you are gonna move mountains.
