You're my little guy who almost wasn't. I know, I still bring it up, but I also see your gigantic scar with every bath, and while it's faint and even hard to see in some places, I know the story it tells. It's a story of God's goodness and faithfulness, and how he's used you to grow me.
Before you, Andrew, having a newborn wasn't a scary ordeal. But now I know that those things that only happen to other people, those catastrophic diagnoses, they can happen to me too. And worse, they can happen to my children. And I've learned to completely trust your Maker, the One who formed you in my womb, giving you that lung defect for His glory.
But an emergency lobectomy and lots of recovery time later, and you're a champ. Sturdy, healthy, and happy, you amaze me.
I love you, Buddy. I love your soulful brown eyes, your infectious grin, and the way you say thank you automatically, without thinking. Ta ta. Because you're a sweet guy.
You love to snuggle with mommy. You're my little helper. I can tell you to clean up the baby's toys and you'll do it happily. When I clean out the fridge, you wipe down the cabinets in the kitchen because you want to be a helper too. You love to "help" by bringing me things that I don't really need, like my wallet or the lid to some random container that you've found.
It warms your mommy's heart to see your love for Ba Belle, your big sister. When you're separated for even a short while, like during naptime, you're always eager to see her. You run to her and you both hug each other tightly. And you're so in love with Bebe, little Alexandre. Just this morning, you spotted a tiny blue baby doll and brought it to Alexandre, because of course, the baby needs a baby. You enjoy making him laugh and talking to him in your hard to decipher toddler talk.
You're a hat and shoes guy. Nothing makes you happier than putting on a pair of shoes. You never really want to get dressed in the morning, but if I tell you we'll put on shoes, then you're up for it. And boy, do you love those black rain boots!
Andrew, you are all boy. If it has wheels or a ball, you're in love with it. You can't get enough of cars, trains, planes, or trucks. And anytime you see football on TV, you shout "touchdown" and put your arms up in the air.
Thank you, Andrew, for making me laugh at least 10 times a day. You're so full of joy and I can't wait to see what God will do with you and the story He has given you.
Love,
Your Mommy
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