Baby boy you’re two. This mama heart almost can’t take it. I remember feeling your contractions and counting them with anticipation. Not nervousness… granted being pregnant with you wasn’t easy, but I was so ready for your sweet arrival.
As I look back on it, it was all such a whirlwind. Chasing your brother around, getting through the holidays and birthdays and New Year I felt like the last 30 days and even your due date was a total blur.
Here you are now, the biggest two year old I’ve ever seen. You’re such a story-teller, boundary pusher, and animal lover. Your giggle is infectious and your big loving heart, back pats and eye kisses are my favorite.
For sure you’re every bit of two – you don’t listen, you do anything and everything you’re not supposed to. You’ve had some gnarly accidents, but your fearless and resilient and determined to learn things the hard way. You’ve been transitioning to eating at the table in your “big chair” and you can walk up and down the stairs while muttering “hard work” and you can climb in and out of your crib with pure confidence.
Palmer, we always knew we wanted Hudson to have a sibling. We tried for almost two years before we were in the “safe zone” with you. All the loss in-between you and your brother isn’t forgotten but I know know that it was all so worth it. You fill me up kiddo in ways I never thought possible. The last two years feel like they have flown by but was also set on slow speed. This past year with all of us being home, I think we were able to see you grow and develop and mature presently. For that I am grateful.
I hope you have the best birthday bubba – filled with balloons, donuts and maybe some french fries and a million trillion kisses. Mama loves you more than you will ever know.