To my birthday boy (only a couple of months late :)

Sweet Wesley,

As I finally type this out, it actually hurts.  Putting down the words that you are already two years old makes it that much more real and breaks my heart just a little.  Cliche as it is, time really does speed by too fast, leaving us stunned in its wake.  I wish now that I’d squeezed just a little harder or stared just a little bit longer to take in the details of your sweet face or the smell of your new baby hair or the sound of your first giggle.  They seem so far away now.

You are magic, my son.  Pure magic.     You are beautiful.  You are curious.  You are strong.  You are exactly who you should be.  Every single day I am amazed by the little man you are becoming.  You tire me out, but by morning, I find myself eagerly peeking up at your doorway, anxious for your smile to find me yet again.  And what a smile!  It has joy and cheekiness and curiosity and smarts, all wrapped up into it.  It truly makes me melt.

Today you turned 2 and I feel like I’ve been counting the seconds, so anxious for this.  You were a wonderful baby, but Little Boy, you are a fabulous two-year old.  You are so clever.  You knock the wind out of me with some of the stuff you say and do.  Reminding me that you are ‘not a baby anymore, Mama.  I’m a big boy now.”  True.  So very true.   Your independence is sometimes crushing, as each day you seem to need me a little less.  But then, without missing a beat you reach out for me and I realize that you are my sweet little one who still loves me most.  I wouldn’t trade that for the world.

You are the perfect complement to our family.  Completing us in every way.  Oh, my little dude, you couldn’t be more loved.

Love,

Mama