Oh, G, heart of my heart, soul of my soul, light of my life, how is it possible that you are 18 months old already? I must have blinked and the world spun many revolutions in the split second my eyes were closed that we’ve gotten to this milestone.
Even though you are a big boy, 31.7# and 34.9″, you have become a picky eater of late. You practically eschew any animal protein (no hot dogs (turkey or otherwise) no chicken or chicken nuggets, no deli meats, no eggs) except turkey meatballs. If I offer it, you’ll drop it on the floor to feed it to the dog OR will push it off your tray OR will shake your head vigorously and purse your lips shut. As for what you like: yogurt, cheese, fruit of every kind, pouches (as long as you can feed yourself), honey-nut Cheerios (do NOT try to pass off the regular Cheerios), Goldfish, Popsicles, sherbet, frozen yogurt, ice cream of any kind, peas (occasionally), corn (occasionally), sweet potatoes, potatoes, French fries, chewy granola bars, TJs mini pancakes, pizza, mac n cheese (occasionally) and milk. We essentially rotate these foods at every meal.
You are a sweet and gentle being. Oh, yes, you want what you want but your wants are easily satisfied. You are happy and curious and hilarious and sensitive (oh, are you sensitive) and coy and charming and loving and so much more than my minds eye ever could have imagined as we struggled to find our way to you.
It is true what they say that when you have multiple children your love expands. Just thinking of my love for you and I can feel the bigness of my heart. And, there is so much joy and happiness and glimpses of the relationship ahead for you and your brother. He, for his part as big brother, wants to make you laugh and, I dare say, is the best at it. He chases you and tackles you and tickles you and blows raspberries and you laugh from your belly and squeal with delight. Since the first day you became aware of him, you still think he hung the moon.
I am grateful and content and proud that you are our son and that you completed our family. The dynamic shift from family of three to family of four took place the day you were born and we didn’t know life could be this full, this rich, this colorful. You are the pot of gold at the end of our rainbow.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for finding your way to us. I hope you see your light in my face every time I greet you, feel my love for you in every kiss, hug and snuggle, and know to your core that my gratitude for you knows no bounds.
Just be you, little boy. Sunshine and moonbeams and shooting stars. That is what you are.