Grayson,
Tomorrow you will be two and I just need you to know that you are one of my favorite people in the world. You make me smile every time I look at you. Two years ago (and long before) I wanted a baby so badly. You were exactly what I wanted and prayed for but I was so scared of you growing up. I don't really love that many other two-year-olds and I was worried that maybe I wouldn't really like my own two-year-old. But I couldn't have been further from the truth.
You amaze me in everything that you do: the things you say, the conversations we have, the things you remember, the way you love and care for Bennett, the way you get excited when you hear the garage door opening and that means "daddy home," your little dance moves, the way you pick up tiny pieces of fuzz off the floor and make me throw them away, your excitement over watermelon and marshmallows and rice krispies, how you are so particular with doors being closed and things being "put away," how you bump everything just so "mommy kiss it," the way you're learning to squeeze tight when we give you hugs, the way we can bribe you to do about anything for food or a paci, the way you want me to hold you when you're scared, the things and people you pray for at bedtime, the way I can just look at you and get you all excited and nervous that I'm about to chase you. I just love your every smile and giggle. I love your tiny little voice and the sweet way you pronounce every word. You make me so proud. You are already the most incredible brother. We didn't have days of jealousy like I was preparing for - You have just been so patient. You wait when I have to feed Bennett and are totally understanding. Thank you for being you.
I'm sure there will be days when you are two that I won't remember this list. There will be days when you frustrate me and all I want is to run away. There will be moments where I just don't know what to do or if I'm doing a good job. But just know that I love you so much. There will always be one million more things I love about you than things I don't. Here's to getting through two together. I love you.
Mommy
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