Oh, my sweet Buddy. I feel like I write the same thing in all of my letters to you. What a sweet guy you are. How kind and good-natured you are. Well, it must be the truth.
I was recently going through all of my photographs, and realized I don’t have too many of you. There are TONS of your big sister Avery, and quite a few of Morgs, but for some reason, not too many of you. That’s when I decided to dedicate this month’s letter to you. There are so many things I love about you right now, and I never want to forget them.
Your smile and your laugh, or your “chuckle” as Avery calls it. Those two things will brighten the gloomiest of days. Lately you’ve been acting really silly, and hiding behind doors and in hallways. You’ll then peek your head out slowly, and then break into the silliest, most mischievous smile. It’s the greatest!!!
I love getting you out of your carseat in the morning when we get to school. I lift you up and carry you around to the sidewalk, and in those brief 15 seconds, we have a moment and you hug me close and give me a tight ((squeeze)). It’s one of the best parts of my morning.
Your pudgy little hands with dimpled knuckles. I love watching you pick things up, manipulate them with your fingers, and I think you’re a lefty like me!
And then every night when I put you to bed, before I lower you down into your crib, I cradle you like a baby, and think what a BIG guy you’ve become. So heavy and long and hardly a baby anymore.
I’m acutely aware that it’s going too fast. But trust me, I’m enjoying it. When you’ve grown up and moved out of the house, I’ll be thankful for this time we had together.
I’m joined in this project by a talented group of photographer mothers. Each month we’re documenting a slice of life in words and photos, as Letters to our Children. Please follow along to the next blog of my dear friend Allie Shellaway, then keep following the circle until you end up back here!