I feel the need to write to you, my little man.
My heart experiences so many different feels and emotions with you these days....amazement, frustration, amusement, encouragement and anticipation of what's to come.
The other day you amazed us when you walked up to the couch, asked to hold daddy's hand and then you walked him over to the Christmas tree and while holding your dad's hand you promptly started singing, "O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree......"
While changing your diaper this week I was amused when you told me the fireman you were holding was sad. When I asked why, you responded, "He's in a time out."
Yesterday you challenged mom and dad when you threw up on our bed. After changing the sheets, we gave you a bath and put on clean clothes. While sitting on the couch, you threw up again. And this time it was very blue and very minty. That's when I realized that you had eaten toothpaste. A lot of toothpaste.
Lately you having been asking us: "What time is it?" Not sure if you have lots of places to go and things to do, but we love hearing you ask.
You really enjoy putting on make-up with mommy. You stand next to the sink with some of mommy's old make-up and you put it all over your face.
When I dropped your cereal all over the floor, you said, "That's naughty." Which is what you tell Lauren when she drops her food on the floor. I guess mommy was careless so maybe that was naughty.
Samuel, with you around life is challenging, entertaining and so so sweet.
I don't want to forget these moments....the good moments and the hard moments. The moments when my heart almost explodes because I am so proud of you or in awe of you. And I don't want to forget the difficult moments of raising a one and two year old. Like when your sister pooped in the tub this morning and I had to clean it out, clean off both of you and clean the tub and toys. I was soaking wet by the end and I am sure we all had a little poop on us.
As the saying goes (and I hear it frequently in this season of life): the days are long but the years are short. Some days seem like they will never end. Some moments I don't ever want to end.
These are the years I don't want to forget....but I might. So I'm writing it all down. For you Samuel, but mostly for me.
I love you my little man. I love how you sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, My God is So Big and Away in the Manger all mixed together. I adore that you want to read If You Give a Moose a Muffin over and over again. I love most of all that I get to watch you grow, hear you sing and teach you to love Jesus more every single day of your life. What a privilege. What a blessing.
Who loves you Samuel? Mom loves you.