Dear Lovebug,
You have become such a little boy in the last few months. I think back to the first time something you said surprised me (you weren't two yet and we were playing a "guess the animal" game with Ironflower and suddenly you popped up with the correct answer, even though you were hardly talking yet) and I realize how much you've grown up. Every day you say something that surprises me!
I love that you are so independent, that you enjoying playing by yourself and doing things for yourself and yet you still need lots of hugs. The other day I watched you playing rough and tumble games with your friends, constantly expecting you to get upset. But you didn't. You were having fun, just like a big kid.
You are brave, Lovebug. I know a lot things worry you and new situations cause you anxiety. And I'm so glad that you're opening up and telling us about it, which is brave. But not only do you do that, you're starting to do things anyway, even if they do make you nervous. That's makes me so proud.
Your interest in trains has grown to include cars, trucks and airplanes. You build complicated track systems and roads so well. What has really developed this year is your passion for Legos. I can't wait to see what you'll build every day. Even if it is during breakfast. Or lunch. Or dinner.
You are such an amazing brother. You look out for your baby brother and share with him more than anyone could expect. And you stood up to the boys from Ironflower's class who chased her and her friends, even though they were bigger than you are. You miss Ironflower a lot when she has her long day at school.
You, Lovebug, are a really cool kid. And I am so lucky to be your mom.
I love you,
Mommy
2 comments:
I want these collected and saved into a book for the kids for when you and I are gone. They will treasure these emails you send to us all on our birthdays more than cute sweaters or skirts, more than fun train rides or visits to the ice cream parlor, way more than some forgotten toy they loved so much (the fire boat Lego, or my brother and my own old transformers (still cooler than the new ones))- they will treasure them as I do now- honest representations of the PEOPLE that they are at this age. I love you, my talented, wise, sexy and smart Jerseygirl!
I want these collected and saved into a book for the kids for when you and I are gone. They will treasure these emails you send to us all on our birthdays more than cute sweaters or skirts, more than fun train rides or visits to the ice cream parlor, way more than some forgotten toy they loved so much (the fire boat Lego, or my brother and my own old transformers (still cooler than the new ones))- they will treasure them as I do now- honest representations of the PEOPLE that they are at this age. I love you, my talented, wise, sexy and smart Jerseygirl!
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