It's Beginning to Look a lot Like . . .

Dear Son,

The season is upon us. This past week you survived your first Thanksgiving. Admittedly, it wasn't too out of the ordinary for you per say - seeing how you're not really big enough for anything that was part of the traditional feast - although I do remember seeing your grandmother sticking numerous things in your mouth when she suspected I wasn't looking. (I'm doing my part to loosen up with all of that.) :)

Speaking of grandmother, she and I decidedly lost our minds and were in the middle of Wal-Mart by 5am the day after Thanksgiving. You'll certainly not care anything about this for many many years, if ever . . . but that is considered the largest shopping day of the year, and any good mom knows - if you want to find the best deal on the best toys - you just gotta get there early. And boy did we ever . . . and we were not the only ones with this bright idea mind you. It was a special type of mayhem I haven't very often seen the likes of. But you were the perfect angel of course . . . sitting right up front of the shopping cart, taking it all in. Specialists would have me believe you aren't developed enough at age 7months to realize what was going on . . . but Im convinced you knew we were shopping for you.

I can't tell you the number of people that had to stop me throughout the day to just get a look at you. As always - I beamed with pride.

You watched with wide eyed wonder this afternoon as I strung white lights all over our yard. You can't really appreciate it all just yet - but rest assured, it is beautiful and very winter wonderland-esque. I'm hoping by the time you are of an age to be excited about it - I'll own an entire fleet of lighted reindeer.


I love you Son . . . thank you for making my first holiday season as a Mom so much fun. . . . and its only just begun!

From Your First Halloween

My very own Little Mickey. You were too adorable Son.

I love you.

Seven

Dear Son,

Yesterday you turned seven months old . . . I wonder how that can be. It's an odd paradox - I feel as though you've been with me my entire life - that I can't remember a day before there was you . . . and yet, I feel as though you were just yesterday born - so tiny in my arms. I remember you lying on my chest, as you still do . . . only then- your body was one little crumple - I could uncoil one of your legs, and it would immidiately curl back into its nestled position. You had no eyebrows nor eyelashes . . . no lines in the bottom of your feet. Your hands, so tiny - the first time I went to clip your fingernails, it was I, not you that cried. The milk from my own body surved as your only life supply, and I relished in that fact.
Now youre this bouncing little guy . . . freely mobile. . . two teeth. You eat fruits and veggies - your body sprawls out over mine whenever you lie on me. Last week you began sitting up on your own, and just days ago, I walked into your nursery to find you standing, on your own, up in your bed. Today you stayed in the nursery at church for the first time instead of staying in with me during service. Each day some new thing to watch you uncover, discover, learn, accomplish. In these seven months, my how you've changed. I marvel at the miracle that is your birth in the first place, added to the fact of how you've changed in such a short time. With all these things, I can't help but wonder how anyone could look at your face and then question the existance of God. I believe in Him by faith little one - but you . . . you are living proof.
Even as I type this, you're not far from me . . . happily in the floor - your toys scattered round you - your voice in its little sing-song has become the soundtrack to my life. . .

and oh how I want to put it on repeat . . . for the rest of my days.

Seven - I've heard there is power in that number. Seven days of creation . . . seven days in a week . . . the seven wonders of the world -

And you my little one, the greatest wonder of all.

I love you.

Now and evermore.