Two.
Maybe if I keep saying it, it'll actually sink in.
I'm not sad, like I thought I'd be, knowing that he's my last.
I'm thankful that we've made it. It's been, in short, a journey. I could think about the hard times he had as a baby or I can choose to think about what that baby has become.
A charmer.
A fiercely independent soul.
A mama's boy.
A little brother.
A ray of sunshine.
A stubborn, strong-willed, determined little man. (let me emphasize strong-willed).
And a little reminder of things that are gone. Those blue eyes of his are exactly the same as his great grandma's and his Popa's.
He's also a little reminder of why I knit - because nothing is as cute as a little one in his mom's hand-knits.He's one of my three reminders of all that's important in life.
Love you my baby.
5 comments:
If I were at home right now, I would come over and hit you for making me cry.
Lovely post. Sweet boy. (Can't believe he's almost two!)
Happy Birthday, Big Guy! You've definitely grown a lot since I met you. Thank you for stopping with the screaming. I prefer it when you laugh.
Lovely post - happy birthday to the little guy
Happy Birhtday Finn! Your pesent form me will be no sight of my dogs for the entire weekend - we know how they freak you out.
Thanks for the BD wishes - I'll pass them on to the lucky boy!
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