Monday, March 5, 2012

To My Witto Boy on Your 2nd Birthday

Dear Witto Boy,

Today you turn two years old.  I find my heart filled with joy and yet I feel a bit sentimental and find myself choking up a bit.  Your daddy and I love you so, so much.  More than we can ever explain.  To realize how quickly you are growing up into a little boy is sometimes hard to accept.  You are no longer a baby, but instead a running, jabbering, strong-willed, independent, and oh-so-lovable child.

How quickly these two years have gone by.  And all along, you've brought so much joy to our lives.  There is not a day that goes by that you don't lighten our hearts and bring laughter into our home.  Oh, we have our tough days, but even at the end of those I want to kiss your little face and hug your little body and thank God over and over for giving you to us as our son.

And not only have you brought joy into our lives, but having you as a child has taught me SO much about what it means to be a child of God.  I have learned over and over how much I need His saving grace, how much I need to lean on Him.  Because, dear Krew, I screw up.   I get impatient.  I get selfish.  I make mistakes.  I don't always - or even half of the time - really know what I'm doing.  But I'm trying, oh how I'm trying...I read books, I talk to friends and other parents, I pray, I read the Bible...but when it comes down to it, I am imperfect like the rest, and I do not and cannot ever know the way to be a perfect parent to you.

So then I must leave it to God.  I must ask Him to guide me.  I must ask Him to fill in where I fall short.  I know He chose me for your mommy for a purpose, and so I'm trusting Him to be by my side and help me to be the best mommy I can be.

Krew, I am so excited to watch you grow in the years to come and to be a part of your life through it all. You have such a gentle heart, and such a sweet shy side.  In a room full of rowdy kids, you are always the one standing to the side, observing or playing quietly with a puzzle.  Yet at home you break out of your shell and let your crazy side emerge, running laps around our house and yelling at the top of your lungs. I love that you hate messes and yet think the sandbox is the best outdoor toy ever invented. You are so full of contradictions. Yet it is these contradictions wrapped up with all your other little quirks that make you the lovable little boy you are.

So on this birthday, I just want you to know that your daddy and I know how incredibly blessed we are to have you as our son, that we think you are so fun, that we love you so SO much, and that we absolutely cannot wait to continue being your daddy and mommy for the rest of our lives.

We love you little Crouton.

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