How can my three babies turn two already?! It’s so bizarre. It seems like just yesterday I was finding out there wasn’t one baby, but three. The pregnancy dragged on like a root canal. And then the first year was a blur – a wonderful and amazing blur. Suddenly, they turned one. And my heart cried. It all happened so fast – one moment they were being removed from my massive belly, and the next I was picking out first birthday party clothes.
This past year has finally felt like a normal progression. I actually remember it, for starters. But even more, I enjoyed our babies daily growing into little people. Each has begun to fit into a personality that will continue to be shaped for years to come – and I get to be a part of that “shaping!” We’ve learned a lot together this year. We’ve cried together. We’ve prayed together…desperately, at times, we’ve prayed together. But it’s been a good year.
Baby Girl, you are my favorite Kiddily-girl, my silly girl. Your sparkly eyes and huge grin bring me in so deep that I can’t help giggling with you. You’re a mama’s girl and I love it. You mimic everything. You want to be just like me and those you love.
You test me with your defiance and stubbornness. But you’re growing me and stretching me to love and be patient and show you Christ in ways I couldn’t have imagined a not-quite-two-year-old could manage.
Son, you are the little man that stole my heart. Your secret grins to me, your love for your Dada, and your dimples make you a very irresistible little guy. Your wispy baby curls are my favorite. And your ability to learn amazes me! You soak in everything – every book I read, every word I say…all of it.
And you know how to pull at my heart. You know which looks make me melt and tempt me to give in. But you’re growing my faithfulness to match grace with truth – even in the small things. You’re helping me learn that loving you doesn’t mean letting you have your way…however cute you are.
Sweet girl, you are my favorite froggy. Your beautiful smile and obsession with kissing everything (and I mean everything: bed, blankie, arms, heads, dolls, high chair trays…everything) makes me fall in love with you over and over. You have such a sweet spirit.
And this year you’ve taught me how to trust God in new ways and to be thankful for the little things. Without your easy spirit and generous soul, I may have gone crazy. But you have also shown me how easy it is for you to take a backseat to your (sometimes) more challenging sister and brother. Your patience is really such a blessing, love.
I can’t imagine loving you any more than I already do. You are my favorite little-getting-bigger people. I heart you with my whole being. I’m so proud of each of you. Happy 2nd Birthday!