My big brown eyed little boy turned two yesterday. The sweet boy we had a name picked for when we were dating. The one that God reminded us at delivery was a promise He made us years ago. He’s already two.
I’m not sure how two has come already but it’s an odd thing where it seems he’s been here forever and no time at all, all at once. He’s brave and mischievous; sweet and gentle; laid back and bold. A beautiful blend of a little bit of everything.
B can spot an airplane “airpane!” so high in the sky we have to look for longer than we’d like to admit because it’s that tiny in the great blue sky. If he’s outside I’m pretty sure he doesn’t miss one flying over. Cars, trucks, and choo-choo trains are a big hit too. Give him his plastic toolset and he’s set to fix anything he can think up. Mickey Mouse, Daniel Tiger, and Bob the Builder are his TV buds on the occasion he gets to watch them.
If there’s a beat on the radio he’s dancing to it and if there’s a song he recognizes, he’ll be singing it. Driving around curves in the car makes him giggle and say “weee!” and he can point out a Subaru (Ubu) anytime he sees one. There are few things cuter than him saying “‘scuse me!” (Excuse me) and “nonny” (naughty). He sings a song right now where he goes through all of our names over and over, sometimes adding in random people or dogs – it’s so darn precious.
There are just so many things I want to remember about his ‘right now’. His cheesy grin, how he still can’t live without “milky” at naptime, his silly laugh that you can’t help but laugh with, and his sweet little voice.
From yesterday’s Instagram post: “Sweet boy, I don’t need a special day to celebrate you because I do that every day but I’m so glad you have a special day just for you. You are spunky and sweet, mischievous and funny. I can’t believe you are TWO today. Sometimes I can’t believe you are ours, that God picked ME to be your mama. Happy Birthday B. You have no idea how loved you are. 🎉🎁🎈 Love, Mama.”