Saturday, January 15, 2011

Dear Luke (24 Months)

Dear Lukey,
January 15, 2011

Despite the way I shower you with love & adoration in your letters, I usually treat them as a chronicle of what you've accomplished in that particular month. While I'm sure this will inevitably go there at some point, I want to make this letter much more of a letter than a wordy scrapbook page. It's not every day a baby of mine turns two, and I really, honestly, truly want you to know how very much you mean to me.

While I always wanted a baby boy, I never really I thought I'd have one for whatever reason - until the day the u/s tech revealed to us that I was about to. It was somewhat of a shock to me at first since my family seems to excel at only making girls. I didn't know what to expect - and at some points I feared the idea of raising a little man (honestly, sometimes I still do). But the moment I laid eyes on your sweet chubby face, I knew that you were meant to be mine, and we'd figure it out together.

For the past TWO YEARS, I've spent every single day with you. I've been lucky enough to stay home and raise you myself - and that is something I will spend the rest of my life being thankful and proud of myself for doing. I've watched you evolve from a helpless baby to a smart, independent toddler (dare I say, pre-schooler?) - and I wouldn't have traded a single day for anything. Anything!

I know a mom is supposed to say things like this, but I don't think I could love you more if I tried. It's not JUST that you are my son that makes me feel this way - it's honestly WHO you are. You are so full of love and joy and compassion - it melts my heart! And watching you expand your knowledge and your skills with that incredible intelligence of yours is so utterly rewarding. You have already made me SO proud - I can't wait to see what you accomplish with the rest of your life!

I love the way you look - all bright eyed and bed-headed - when you first wake up. I love the way you sort things with a strict method you came up with on your own. I love the way you ask questions, constantly - in increasing depth, and the way you won't settle until you really understand the answer. I love the way you love animals with a passion. I love, love, LOVE your sweet voice. I love the quiet moments when you touch my face and say, "I WUV you, Mommy" without being prompted, and the way your rubbery little lips feel when you give me a wet little kiss. I love your chubby little fingers and cheeks. I love hearing you count to 10 or sing the ABC's the best you can. I love the way you stick out your pouty lip when something doesn't go your way. Truthfully - I love every tiny thing about you!

You can be crazy and whiny and messy - but you are most certainly one of my favorite people in the world. I would say the favorite, if you didn't already have a sibling on the way! :) You are, most certainly, the coolest two year old I've ever known. And I'm the luckiest Mommy in the world to be able to share these years with you.

Happy Birthday, sweet boy.

I love you more than life, and always always will,

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