April 18, 2012
Dear Christian,
Last year on this day, you were still doing your best to harass Baxter while scooting around, and totally obsessed with that guitar toy at WeePlay. Today, you flew Dada's airplane at the Discovery Center, and carried your very own brand-new potty proudly all the way through the store and to the truck.
You are 20 months old, and I can hardly catch my breath. You are four (very short) months away from being TWO YEARS OLD. And then I promise I'll stop referring to your age in month "value."
One of the best things of MY LIFE is watching you discover something new. You really "stop and smell the roses." Some days I think it's going to take us two hours to walk to the park two minutes away. You inspect every little thing, crack in the sidewalk, bug, and plant. And I try, I really do try, to not rush you along... because this is a new world you are exploring. You point to things and turn to me with such an inquisitive look, and I know you are taking it all in, trying to make sense of everything around you.
Your vocabulary is expanding, slowly but surely. My absolute favorite new word is: turtle. It is just so sweet. I think our week with the Bishops helped because now you're waving and saying, "hiiiiiii!" just like Miss Kira. The physical therapist said that sometimes a change of routine and pace will sort of "jump start" new things, and that definitely seems to be what has happened. You now refer to mac & cheese as, "noodle." Which actually sounds more like, "doodle." And yeah, you eat mac & cheese a lot. A gourmet chef, I am not.
You put your little hands together to say prayer at dinnertime... and for breakfast, and lunch. Hey, ain't nothing wrong with thanking the Lord for our blessings all day! It is so precious, your innocence. And I want to protect you from every single bad thing and person in this world. Because some days, this world terrifies me. However, in the spirit of not becoming a family of recluses, AND that I trust the Lord, we will continue to leave the house. You're welcome.
One of my favorite things to do is sing you songs at bedtime. When Dad is home, he reads you books, but I always get to sing you songs. After I'm done, you snuggle up to me with your head on my chest and I pray for you. I pray for your future, your health; I pray for anything I can think of. I pray that you will grow into a boy and man, who will trust the Lord with all of your heart, you will rest in the peace He brings, and accept the never ending grace He provides. I pray that you will find your purpose in life, and that you will be happy and know that you are loved so much it sometimes makes me cry.
Your Dad and I were laughing so hard last night talking about all your shenanigans throughout the day. For example, the way you pop in front of the mirror in our bedroom and say, "hiiiii!" Your Dad also told me the other day, "I never knew how awesome it would be to be a parent." And you have a Dad that loves you to the moon and back, a million times. But you know that.
You are still our little lover, giving Baxter more hugs than he knows what to do with. Saying to me, "Mamaaaaa" or to Dad, "Dadaaa" and throwing your little arms around us. Oh good grief. Your heart is so pure. And please never, ever stop giving your Mama hugs.
We love you Christian Reid Makana, our baby boy,
Mama (and Dada, too)
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