Tomorrow is Jacob’s 2nd birthday. Time may fly but I feel like he has been in my life forever. How is it that two years ago today he’d hadn’t yet breathed air? Now he is part of the air I breathe and makes like so much better.
In the past two weeks, he has become a chatterbox. Words are starting to form — even sentences — and the smiles, the smiles, the smiles.
He can certainly be a grumpy butt at times, but most of the time, he is cheerful and playful, a little naughty and always looking to take something apart or destroy. He adores the attention of his parents and the smiles get extra big and cheesy when we are both staring at him, which happens an awful lot.
It’s hard to believe he was less than 6 pounds for a bit there and is now this running, jumping, falling, escape artist begging for us to “I get you” and chase him in circles around the house.
He loves family hugs and knows his own version of the words to “You are My Sunshine” and “Skinamarinky Dinky Dink” and my heart seriously melts when he sings along with me at bedtime every night. That little voice oh.so.perfect.
Or when I come home from work and I hear that little voice, “MOMMY!” and hear those feet come running around the corner. Usually I’m aiming for a hug but he just grabs my hand and takes me wherever he wants me to go. His excitement to see me is probably the best feeling anyone could ever have.
Of course there are hard moments…he doesn’t like to obey, cries easily when he doesn’t get his way, will not sit still on an airplane or sometimes in a cart at the grocery store. He’s been waking up a lot in the middle of the night with the transition to the toddler bed and sometimes takes FOREVER to fall asleep.
But oh my gosh, be still my heart, that little face and voice and personality kill me every time. I can’t believe he won’t be little forever, that sometime he’ll be this teenager and adult. I’m acutely aware of the reality and cherish these days right here, right now. No regrets on that front.
He loves Elmo and Paw Patrol, whole milk, strawberries, trucks that make noise, the Clifford book and doggies of all kinds. He loves to dance to music and sing “If You’re Happy and You Know It” (try that in the middle of a meltdown!). He is happy and perfect just the way he is and I can’t believe I get to do this again with another little one so soon.
On Jacob’s second birthday, we are supremely and wonderfully blessed. I love you so much, Jacob!