You had my heart at "it's a boy" from the lips of your daddy. I prayed for a boy since I was about, well, as long as I can remember. Growing up we didn't have many boys in our family. Cousin Ryan was about it - I have 2 boy cousins on your grammy's side, but we never got to see them. When I did get to see Bubba and Johnny, I never left their side … pretty sure I annoyed the crud out of them! I always wanted an older brother, and tended to befriend guys quicker than girls. There are so many things I love about having a boy, but yesterday you really did a number on my heart. You were crawling around and came across a family picture from mine and your daddy's wedding day. You said, in the cutest lisp that you have, "whats this?". So I came over and sat down next to you, and told you each of the names of the people in the picture. At the end I said, "and there is momma" … you leaned over and ever so gently kissed my face on the picture. I immediately scooped you up and hugged you, with small tears of a touched heart running down my face, when you then proceeded to hug me back and lay your head on my already touched shoulder. I love that you love to cuddle. I love that you love your momma. I love that you love, even at just 15 months of age.
Some other fun things you started doing here and there …
whispering
trying to walk on one knee and crawl on the other
signing "more"
saying "thank you" every time someone hands you something
sharing
singing and dancing at the same time
bouncing
laying on the floor, wherever you are, and going "nigh nigh"
I love you, you know,
Momma
"He settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of children. Praise the LORD."
Psalm 113:9
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