My little loves,
life has its way of quickly stealing time. I've not been looking through the lens very much lately and I ache to do so, to capture the sweet babes that you are.
Just when I think I have a moment to steal back, I am distracted and so goes my individual praises to each of you. They will come, but before I forget...
You are two months and in those two months are packed smiles at 1 month 6 days old. In those two months, are the small coos as if to say, "Hello, Mommy", "Hello, Daddy", "It's nice to meet you!".
Yes, two months of growth and oh, my you have grown.
You are 15 lbs 4 oz, the 97th percentile to be exact, and 23 inches, placing you at the 62nd percentile. You are bigger than any of your siblings at this age.
No matter that you are the fourth in order, I have a feeling that you may be the stronghold to lift your siblings through times of sorrow and celebrate in times of great joy.
You are alert to the world around you, there is a vibrancy about you that fills up the room.
You were destined to be a part of our family and I am in awe that I was called to be your mother.
You are two years and in those two years are sweet giggles, lips that strand small sentences together by saying, "I love you, Mommy". "I love you, Daddy", "See you later!"
Yes, two years of growth, and oh, how you too, have grown.
Perhaps not too much in stature as you fall in the 11th percentile for height and the 25th percentile for weight at under 25 lbs.
You are wearing 18 month clothing, though we put you in 24 rolled.
Just one year ago, you had a scare that had us uncertain that you might lose your vision in one eye forever.
God must give us what He knows we can handle. Quite honestly, I don't think it was us who handled that experience, it was you. What we as adults can learn from the heart and strength of a child is mind boggling.
You, my sweet girl, who loves to sing every song she can think of, who loves to count to 30, tell me all of her numbers, colors and shapes. You, my sweet girl, who loves Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, quesadillas and baby dolls.
You my sweet daughter, are a vision of light, of beauty, of love.
2 months, 2 years...
of the most amazing beings that I will ever come to know and love in my lifetime.