This day three years ago, Chris and I came home with our 2-day-old firstborn. I don't know where the last three years have gone, but I've loved every minute of them with this kid. I thank God every day for loaning me this precious little boy--sometimes I still can't believe I'm the one who got him. And just when we think things can't get any better and he can't get any cuter or sweeter, they do and he does. And even though I'm proud of the little boy he's quickly becoming, a big part of me is sad that he will soon leave all stages of baby- and toddler-hood behind him forever (if he ever decides to get out of diapers!). So right now I'm just trying to cherish his sweet threesomeness and all the little things he says and does before they leave too, because I so desperately want to remember...
- how he wakes up every morning with a smile and boundless enthusiasm for the day
- how much he loves his "ohl-neen" (Ovaltine)
- how he loves to just sit and look through books at random moments throughout the day
- how he likes to "read" to himself before he goes to sleep for a nap
- how "the wise man's house" is his most frequently requested bedtime song and after-breakfast Bible story
- how he likes to make Ben laugh...and run in circles, and jump on beds, and play "tackle"
- how he likes to ask me, "Mommy, play with me hair," especially at bedtime
- how he's so quick to come up to us with spontaneous hugs and sweet little, "Mommy/Daddy, I yuv you"
- how he has to kiss all three of us good night every night
- how he loves cars and trains and airplanes, both real and toy ones
- how he loves to eat almost anything, but especially fruit and yogurt and the very rare (and therefore very cherished) sweet treat like a birthday cupcake
- how he tries to join in adult conversations like he really knows what's being talked about
- how he loves to talk on the phone...to anybody
- how he asks most of his questions in yoda-ese ("Mommy, this apple juice, is it?")
- how he tries so hard to do everything exactly as it's supposed to be done--three-point stance before a running tackle, dribble and run around before shooting a basket, hike the leg before throwing a baseball--and how he picks up all of that kind of stuff on his own without being taught
- how his memory is better than mine and Chris's combined and he'll make reference to obscure things that happened six months ago
- how his compassion just gets bigger the bigger he gets ("Mommy, what wrong?")
- how he loves going to Bible class and church and seeing all his friends (big and little, but mostly big)
- how he seems to get more and more lovable the longer he's around
Here's to you, little buddy. May you always be so quick to laugh and learn and help and love and play, because the world needs more of that. Happy birthday, Sean!
This day three years ago, Chris and I came home with our 2-day-old firstborn. I don't know where the last three years have gone, but I've loved every minute of them with this kid. I thank God every day for loaning me this precious little boy--sometimes I still can't believe I'm the one who got him. And just when we think things can't get any better and he can't get any cuter or sweeter, they do and he does. And even though I'm proud of the little boy he's quickly becoming, a big part of me is sad that he will soon leave all stages of baby- and toddler-hood behind him forever (if he ever decides to get out of diapers!). So right now I'm just trying to cherish his sweet threesomeness and all the little things he says and does before they leave too, because I so desperately want to remember...
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