I don't think I could ever
grow tired of being called "Mommy"...
I don't think I could ever stop loving the fact that EVERY single
time Jonah smiles... I see his Dad. It's like double vision. :)
I don't think I'll ever regret letting him play in my living room...
and the fact that I didn't stress out too bad over fingerprints on my furniture..
..and who cared when everyone gave me silly looks because I had Thomas the Train buckled into the seat next to Jonah. :)
I'm pretty sure oneday I'm going to think back and wish I could
see his precious little face smushed up with his eyes halfway closed during our prayers before bedtime. :)
I know I'm going to miss how he loves drawing "tircles" (circles).. all over
everything. How his stubby fingers grip that crayon and he goes to town.
I don't think I could ever get tired of rocking his sleepy self in the mornings. The one time all day long... He lets me hold him like "my baby".
I don't think I would ever wear out from washing his old blue blankie...
that is so worn and fuzzy.... but, so.. so... loved.
He has brought our life... such joy.
He's energetic... and most definatly "all boy".
BUT, He's worth it.
I never thought I'd get so excited about my "ABC's" ... all over again.
..And I think it's precious that his favorite animal in the world
is an "ehh-fant"... even if he can't quite pronounce it completely correctly.
He knows it has a trunk that sounds like a "twumpet".
My sweet growny .... "big boy"
I look at him so often during these happy short days of him being little...
and my prayer, as most parents is...
"Lord, please give me what it takes to
raise this little boy... to stand upright before you..
TO teach him to love you.
TO love others."
Help me to smile on the hard days.. and to enjoy every single teeny tiny little moment.