I started this letter a month ago. And somehow, I just couldn’t finish it.
I realize now, that I’ve been in denial.
And these letters…they mean so much to me. More than you know. They make everything real.
So I thought…maybe, just maybe, if I didn’t post my letter…I could keep my baby just a little bit longer.
Sadly, life doesn’t work that way. I just like to pretend it does.
But you’re officially two. And you have been for weeks.
I don’t know how it happened. Honestly, I blinked.
And I’m not really sure how to deal with it. You see, I remember what happened when your brother turned two. Time starting moving even faster. As if that’s even possible.
Before long he was talking up a storm, dressing himself, and learning how to use the potty.
I know it’s all coming…
But I’m not ready.
You’re my baby. And even though I know you are growing up, there’s just something about you that keeps you, well, my baby. And I never want that to change.
Your Daddy and I can’t quite put our finger on it…
Is it your sweet baby curls? The way you mumble your words? Your coy little smile? Or the fact that you always want to be held?
Whatever it is, I’ll take it. That’s for sure.
You’re my “Sammy baby”. And you always will be.
Let me see, what I can I share about you?
You never have any shortage of affection. And your Momma takes full advantage of it. Every time I ask for a kiss, you come running. You always want to hold my hand. You’re the first one waiting at the door for Daddy, just to give the biggest hug. And you love to tell me you love me.
But it’s the way you say it that gets me. Beaming with pride.
You love anything with wheels.
You skip everywhere you go. You are always happy. And you love to make people laugh.
You can definitely hold your own with big brother. In fact, you love to tackle him. He might be in for it when you grow up (don’t tell him I said that).
You’re also a bit of a trouble-maker. You’ve got a wild streak, baby. A twinkle in your eye that spells M-I-S-C-H-I-E-F. I’m already worried about your teenage years.
But I think my favorite thing about you, is your heart. You have such a sweet, thankful heart, Sammy.
I can’t do anything around here without you thanking me. For milk, for snacks, for handing you a toy. For giving you a bath. You name it.
You thank me, a thousand times a day. And it warms my heart.
I hope you always keep that spirit, baby. It’s an important one to have. Because life won’t always be easy…and when it’s not, thankfulness is what gets you through. I believe that with all my heart.
Sammy, you’re special. I know you know that. I just want you to believe it, always.
I can’t wait to see what this next year will bring.
I love you, baby. More than all the stars. And don’t you ever forget it.