Kingdom Twindom +1

Oh my sweet little baby boy. You were conceived, carried and birthed in love. To look at you, to think of you, to imagine your future is joy. Your very existence is miraculous, and you have proven God’s will in my life.

You are nine months old and show almost no interest in crawling. You do, however, show an interest in walking. I’m not sure how I feel about that. You want to be big like your siblings, and they can make you laugh like no one else.

You lie in bed and talk to me at night, and I swear you can say “I love you.” And because I’ve let you stay up late with me while your daddy has been working nights, you now cry whenever I put you down. You snap out of it pretty quickly though. You’re still an easy baby to the core.

You have seven teeth, and you haven’t fussed over any of them. You’re my first picky eater though, and you prefer store bought to home-made (which you will get over soon enough!). You think holding very still with your mouth wide open is the same as giving a kiss. You nuzzle your head under my chin when you’re sleepy, and you pat my back to convince me to hold you longer.

I couldn’t be more thrilled that God gave you to me. And if I thought they would all be like you, I’d have the five more that your sister is asking about. Thank you for loving me unconditionally. I can’t wait (and still I dread it) to watch you grow.

Good morning, sweetheart.

It’s finally Christmas! Aren’t you glad you left the presents alone and waited for Christmas morning?

You are my tiny bundle of feminine sweetness. Your walk alone is enough to make my entire day. Like your brothers and sisters, you’ve never met a stranger. Though, when I see you sweet talking the older men, I know you’re asking for gum…and chapstick.

You’re a fan of pink, like your sister, and you’ve never met an outfit you couldn’t accessorise.

You know the Lord’s prayer by heart, and you learned it before both of your older sisters. You pray every night for obedience (mostly that you’ll overcome your weakness for sugar). You say there is no reason to be scared, because God is always with you.

You love your brother, and you never neglect him to play with the girls. You call him “Bwuddar,” and I’m going to be so sad when your baby voice goes away.

You need your mama, and you can usually be found wherever I am. You’re independent when I want to help, and you insist on my help with I suggest you can do it yourself.

You’re dramatic and stubborn; you’re precious and loud. You are mothered and smothered by your sisters, but you still come running back for more. You’re a loving big sister to our Baby Bear, and you want him to do everything just like you.

I love the way you pucker your lips for a kiss, and I can’t go very long without one of your amazing, breath squeezing hugs. Your rosy cheeks color my world; I love you more than you’ll ever know.