Monday, April 4, 2011

Dear Samuel

Dear Samuel,
Yesterday you were officially 2 1/2 years old. I love you more than ever and I am so proud of you.

You continually amaze me with all you learn and all you do. One of my proudest mom moments was last week: We were at target and you were looking at some things in the dollar section. My heart stopped when I heard you quietly singing, "Blessed be the name of the Lord, blessed be the name of the Lord." You had heard that song a couple times that morning as I played it before daddy's interview. And just a few hours later you are singing the words at Target. You make my heart full Samuel.

From time to time you wake at night and I go in to check on you. Recently I went in and you said, "Rock me." I picked you up, went to the chair in your room and rocked you...because soon you'll be too big to rock. Until then, I'll rock you every time you ask Samuel. Every single time.

Some phrases we hear from you these days:
What should we do?
What time is it?
Why? (Thanks for teaching your sister to ask this wonderful question!)
Look at that digger mom. It's HUGE!
Would it be all right if I had a clementine mom? Would it?
There's a city bus!

We were playing with your firetruck on the porch yesterday. I cut a straw to make it into a fire hose and we walked your little fireman up the ladder...again, again and again. While playing you held your blue teddy and blue satin blanket. You are such a big boy. And yet, still my little boy.

You have endless energy. You can count to 10. You can dress yourself, but mostly you just undress yourself and run laps across the house with just your diaper on while yelling, "Look at me run mama. Look at me run!"

I love everything about you Samuel. You are such a GOOD boy. You are happy, fun, energetic, sweet, and  tender-hearted. You love to laugh and play jokes with us.

Last week as I put you to bed our conversation went like this....
Mom: Who should we pray for Samuel? Aaron, Evy, Jonathan? Auntie Sherry? Gma and papa? Makale and Cole? Wyatt and Noah?
You: Trains.

You love all things trains, construction vehicles, buses, airplanes, and fire trucks. I didn't used to notice these vehicles around me, but I can't help but notice them now because your excitement is contagious.

The other day I put sweet potatoes, peas and pineapple on your plate while I was getting the rest of your food ready. You ate it all in about 2 minutes. You are such a good eater. Could you teach your sister to eat like you?

I love you my little man. I love watching you learn and grow and change. I treasure these days and these moments with you. I am amazed as I watch you cling to the infant world with your nuk, teddy and blanket, and yet strive to be a big boy and ask to drink out of a "boy boy" cup.

Thank you for being such a good helper. I love that you can listen and obey at 2 1/2 and that when I tell you to pick up your coat or put something away, you can follow directions.

I feel privileged to be your mom. These days are fleeting and I hold them close to my heart. I treasure the brief moments when I get to hold you close before you're off running, growling, dancing, building, jumping, chasing, and learning what it means to be a 2 1/2 year old boy.

I can't wait to see who you become Samuel. I pray every night as I tuck you in that you will love Jesus with all your heart, all your mind and all your soul. I pray you will follow hard after him. I pray for good friends to influence you and wisdom to make wise decisions in life. I pray you will hide God's Word in your heart and that your life would bring glory to God.

I love you to the moon and back my little man,
Mom


Here are a few of my favorite photos from the past couple months.....

Found you eating your gotcha day cake at 6:30 a.m. while sitting in daddy's chair. You pulled it off the counter and helped yourself to breakfast.




I turned around in the kitchen and you had built a tower. You are ALL boy!

1 comment:

karissa said...

Makaela growls and says that's what Samuel does. I love that sweet boy, and these posts you leave for your children will be cherished memories. You always put things so eloquently!