Happy TWO Months!

Happy TWO months

to my sweet angel baby...

(Ok, I've wiped away my tears)

Two wonderful months ago...

 you came to your Daddy and me on a hot August evening.  It had been cloudy all day long, with a little rain.  But your daddy noted that the sun came out just before your arrival.

That's what you are, sweet boy, to us.  Our sunshine.  You make our lives better.

Two amazing months ago...

Your daddy and I brought you home.

Nervous and wet behind the ears with this whole parenting thing. 

We wanted to do right by this new little creature that was you. 

You do know that parenting doesn't come with an instruction manual, right?

(Your Daddy asked for one in the hospital...true story!)

I would like to think we have done a good job so far.

 

 In two quickly-passing months...

 You've learned to

 stare at faces...

 coo at mommy, daddy, and anyone else who will listen...

 smile

(though you wouldn't during this photo session, despite mommy's incessant attempts to illicit it with high pitched noises and goofy faces)...

 Hold your head up while on your belly...

 

Until you fuss, pout, then resort to sucking on your hand.

 Don't worry sweet boy, you will thank me for this one day!  

I promise!

Your favorite thing to do: Take a bath

Your favorite book: Hush Little Polar Bear

Your favorite place to go: Mommy and Daddy's arms

Your favorite object: Your pacifier

I realize that two months will eventually turn into

two years old

second grade

secondary school

twenty-two years old

two years of marriage

two kids 

So, I end with this: 

a letter I wrote you a few nights ago as you slept soundly in all your baby glory.

It reads:

To my sweet angel baby,

You are 8 weeks and 1 day old today.  I just walked out of your nursery to check on you.  You are so sweet when you sleep.  Lately, I've had many thoughts of you on my Mommy mind.  I felt I needed to get a pen out to tell you.  Since you can't understand my words with your young ears, I hope you can understand them later by reading about the things I want so badly to tell you now.

I hope you know how much I love you.  I wanted you for so long.  Your Daddy and I had a tough time becoming pregnant. Looking back now, though, I think God was saving your sweet soul for Daddy and me.  Dear son, I hope you know I loved you way before you were born!  And, when
I found out I was pregnant with my miracle baby - oh, the joy!  I want you to know that I pray for your future wife already.  But, know that Mommy was the first woman to ever love you!!

I paused from my writing to check on you on the video monitor... I see you taking your sweet little breaths and making your sweet little baby-grunt sounds.  I just love you!  I love the way you love to snuggle close to me; the way your soft baby skin feels; the way your baby skin smells; the way you smile your sweet baby gummy smile at Daddy and me...

Sweet boy, I have so many hopes for you.  Mostly, I hope you come to know Christ and love him with all your heart.  I hope you always love others more than yourself.  I hope you give freely of your time, love, and resources to those in need.  I pray you find a godly woman to be your wife.  And, I pray you love her and respect her like your Daddy does me.  I pray you become a leader, and never a follower.

Angelface, I can't wait to see you crawl, take your first steps, throw your first ball, win your first game, go to kindergarten, graduate, make new friends, go to college, get married, have babies...

But for now, I am content sitting here listening to your baby noises.  And, though I know I can't, my Mommy heart wants you to stay this young forever.  I love you, baby boy!  Always and forever.  To the moon and stars and back.  A million times!!

Love, 

Mommy