Owen, my sweet boy. How are we approaching your second birthday at such break-neck speeds?! I thought we would have such a long time for you to be one. Thankfully, there's no age limits on toad hunting, bubble blowing, watermelon eating and rolling down hills. You may be turning two but there will still be plenty of occasions for building blanket forts, reading our favorite stories and giggling while we hide from Kai. I can still share your drippy ice cream cones, give plenty of butterfly kisses and hold you close when you 'jusss need Mommy'.
Two seems so big and monumental to me; I keep asking how it's possible that we've arrived at this milestone. But you know what, we'll wake up on your birthday and you'll simply be one day older. You'll keep on correcting me with proper terminology for heavy equipment, and when I ask if you'd like another scoop of oatmeal, you'll still respond 'just jellybeans!'
I love you so much it makes my heart hurt. Sure, we have frustrating moments and sometimes I honestly don't have the energy to 'go throw wocks' (rocks). But that doesn't mean for a second that I don't absolutely love being your Mama. You have taught me so much about myself, about life, about Jesus and about what truly matters. And I wouldn't trade these days for anything.
Our conversations are incredible. I love discovering more and more of what's inside you and glimpsing the strong man of God you will become. I love your manners: 'No, thank you!' and 'Yes, ma'am.' And I love your wild, crazy, going-to-give-me-gray-hair antics. (Although your first black eye is cause for serious grief; let's keep those to a minimum.) I love that you're a fruit addict like me and I have mixed emotions about how much you enjoy pad thai. Guess we need to order you your own plate next time.. :)
Thank you for being an explorer, for wanting to know and taste and see and feel everything! Thank you for praying with me, reminding me to 'put phone down' and smell the flowers. Thank you for every hug, every high five, every 'love you more!' I'm sorry for the times I don't savor the moments, the times I allow distractions to pull me in five different directions. Thanks for letting me learn alongside you.
Let's enjoy these last few weeks like crazy. Then you'll be two and, you know what, we'll just keep on enjoying! There's no point in getting weepy over the tiny baby that you once were, there is only time for keeping up with the monkey you are now! And boy, do I love that monkey!
xoxo
Mommy
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