Dear Miles,
Two years ago today, I was laying in a hospital bed anxiously awaiting your arrival. I was already completely in love with you from the moment I learned you were coming. We prepared for months leading up to your arrival-- laundering all of your clothing, and folded them multiple times so they looked just right in their drawers.
After pushing for nearly four hours you finally arrived-- your first sign of being strong willed. After making your entrance into this world I remember staring at your perfect miniature features and analyzing your tiny toes and fingers. I held you, literally for days, astonished like every new mother at your perfect fingernails and soft round kissable cheeks.
Over the last two years you've quickly changed. It's been my biggest delight to witness your cognitive, spiritual and physical growth. You have a TON of energy and at times I find it hard to keep up, but I wouldn't want it any other way. Your sense of adventure has been present from the start. Even before you could walk you were climbing on everything. You have a need for speed and at the ripe age of 11 months you would whip your radio flyer trike around corners like you were in some sort of nascar race. You even rode your trike down the stairs once and after the initial shock of what happened wore off you signed the word "more" and headed in the direction of the stairway again. These past couple of months have been full of adventure for you as you learn to ski, ride your balance bike and skateboard. I can only imagine as you become more coordinated what your future holds for you.
You drive me crazy at times. You are the pickiest eater and will only eat chicken nuggets, french fries, pasta lightly coated in marinera sauce and cheetos. That may be a bit of an exaggeration, but I feel like I play the guessing game everyday, three times a day, with what you'll eat that day. However, if eating is my biggest concern with you then consider me blessed. I couldn't be more thankful that you are healthy, thriving, smart, kind, energetic, strong willed and even a picky eater.
You are the sweetest big brother to Graham. I witness simple acts of kindness daily from you towards him. When Graham cries you come to me with a concerned face and say, "oh Gam sad" and then you quickly rush to give him a binky. Through out the day you stop what you're doing, go over to Graham, lean down to him and say hello with a big kiss. Such a sweet boy you are and a great example of pure love.
Your curls! They are the talk of the town. Everyone LOVES your head of hair, which has made it hard to cut, thus the long locks and the frequent comments about you being a girl. Eventually the day will come when I cut them and you will instantly look like a teenager. But, until then I'm holding onto what baby-ness you have left.
You've changed our life in no way we've ever thought possible. I find joy in every word, action and even misdeed you do. You have given a much more meaningful definition to our lives and I thank our Heavenly Father every day that you are mine.
Happy 2nd birthday monkey!
Love,
Mom
