Ellis, my good man,
You are seven months old. I’m gobsmacked, it felt like just yesterday you were brand spanking new. As I heft your 22.5 pounds around town, you make sure that I know you are getting older (and bigger) every, single day.
I just love you.
I love getting to know you.
Lately, as you have been learning to crawl, there has been much frustration. I sense that you want to get going. I want you to get going for your sake and I am positively frightened for when you do start motoring around the joint, because I am going to have to be constantly “on duty”. I have been in this place before with your sisters, but something tells me this time it’s going to be more intense. 🙂
Sometimes when you look at me I feel like we are sharing a joke or a secret. I don’t know how to describe it but I hope for it and wait for it every day. I just love it when we lock eyes and it happens. Ive got it bad.
I wanted to be sure to remember something you did recently – or at least how I perceived what you did. We were over at a dear friend’s house. A week prior she had suffered a very hard and sad thing, having to do with a baby. As we said good-bye she asked if she could hold you. I passed you off and you put your hands up to her face, you looked right at her, smiled then leaned into her and rested your head on her shoulder. It was as if you knew how much she needed that most wonderful “baby love” unique to babies the world over. It was so sweet and such a gift. It was as if you sensed how much a snuggle would mean to her. It was just neat to be there and watch the two of you.
If you ever read this I want you to know that love is the most powerful thing there is. And you, my little baby boy, you give this powerful stuff to us by the bucket loads ever single day. As long as we can give and receive love – our lives are not insignificant.
I think you are doing a fine job.
Good work, my boy!
Keep shining, and I will try my best to keep up with you.
I love you and am so glad you are here and that you belong to us, and we belong to you.
Love,
Yo Mama
December 9th, 2011 at 10:04 pm
I’m totally crying over this. What a gift!
December 10th, 2011 at 12:54 am
He gets that great love from his parents and big sisters. What a great little man.
December 10th, 2011 at 6:45 am
That is some chubby cheeked goodness right there 🙂 I love these solid little boys, not only do we get a free workout everyday, but all the love their little bodies contain, given up generously, usually in the form of big smiles, giggles and slobbery kisses and hugs, is there anything better?
December 10th, 2011 at 7:22 pm
oh, so sweet. Love it. Love the part about staring into his little man eyes. LOVE IT!
December 11th, 2011 at 7:26 pm
Ahhh, Ellis…that chubby little lad of yours…how could you not be head over heals for him, one look at that face is all it takes! As I read this I was thinking about a conversation we had while you were pregnant with him. I was telling you about loving a son…you were going to fall completely in love with him! It’s such an amazing thing, this mother/son bond!!
December 12th, 2011 at 8:44 pm
Tears are streaming! Love you…both!
December 19th, 2011 at 7:48 am
I can’t wait to get my hands on him. I’m going to start lifting weights so I can be ready.
What a sweet thing to remember and to post. I described it to the family while driving in the car yesterday, and they could feel the wonder of it. I think it was no coincidence, I think it was a little miracle of love. All love is a miracle, really.