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You’re now 18 months old. That means, I’ve been a mother for 28 months. Yep, since the moment you were conceived we consider ourselves parents, Papa and I.
Though I was the one who exclusively knew your movements and your rhythms for those first months before you were earthside with us, your Papa was there through it all. As a matter of fact, if it weren’t for your Papa, much of the time none of us would have eaten anything. See, because I really wasn’t into cooking and especially not meat. I was just so tired much if the time, between watching over you all day as your grew inside and with what I did for work at that time.
Ever since you joined us 18 months ago, you’ve shown us who you are more and more. Clearly you’ve a bit of Papa’s jokester personality, but you’ve also quite a bit of my personality. You certainly love getting attention and just delight when there’s a compliment thrown your way (which is much more often than not). You are so attached to your hair it’s hilarious. Although I can often be heard saying it looks messy or it needs a trim, I do hope your beautiful floppy curls stick around for some time.
You’re such a loving and busy boy, I’m often not sure if I’m frustrated with your busyness or enamored with the love and delight you bring to me I fear that sometimes you see and hear the frustrated me more than my heart filling with so much joy and wonderment at your knowledge, your gorgeous smile, the way you hold your head just so, or the way you look up at me as we go about our day.
Our biggest transition yet is about to happen. We’re moving into a house. A house we’ve searched long and hard fir, one with a big yard, trees to play around and shade us, plus so much room for growth. Growth as a family, your growth, and growth of all of us in other intangible ways. I’ve had visions of you playing in a nice yard for months and now that we’ve found a place that feels right to us, I can’t wait to see your face as you explore our new place.
Little boy, you’re becoming less and less a baby and more and more a boy unto yourself. For this mile marker birthday, I wish you delight and so much joy. The next months to follow will be busy as we adjust to our new place, navigate the holidays, and Papa and I discuss having a sibling for you. In the midst of all that I know you’ll just keep being you. I only hope that I stay present enough during the busy times to watch your personality continue developing.
With Love on your 18 month birthday and always,