Dear LBK,
You. Right now. In this moment. It’s incredible. How you are
fills my heart. Your laugh, your smile, your sparkle – they outshine the sun.
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| Photo credit goes to my good friend, Rebecca (or her maybe her husband), for capturing my new favorite picture of Q. |
There are so many things I want to capture about you right
now. With your brother arriving
in a few months, life is about to get even busier. I’m scared I’ll be too scattered to notice all
these little amazing things about you. I never want to forget a single detail.
Your favorite thing is to be chased. You smile at me with
that glint in your eye and ask, “Mommy chase me?” I turn toward you and you
start to run, but you don’t run far because the only thing you like more than
being chased is being caught. You stop and let me scoop you up, and I tickle
your belly and ribs and bury my nose in your neck. You laugh until no sound
comes out and then ask me to chase you again.
You want to know how everything works. How a bumble bee
works, how a cement mixer works, how a garbage truck works, how a toaster works,
how a school bus works. Your curiosity is boundless.
You’re fascinated by stories about you and Lovey Dog. All
day long, you ask me, “Quinn and Lovey Dog in a front loader?” or “Quinn and Lovey Dog on a train?” or “Quinn
and Lovey Dog on a sail boat, please?” And on the spot, we conjure up a story
about you and your best friend on a big adventure.
You’re so tender and kind to your stuffed animals. You talk
to them, give them hugs and kisses, and say you love them. You tell your fluffy rabbit, “I missed you so
much, Bunny,” and you give him a snuggle. When it’s time to leave, Bunny has to
put his shoes on, too. When I kiss your boo-boo, I kiss Lovey’s boo-boo, too.
“I don’t need Mommy’s help anymore. I do it all myself!” you
say proudly as you master more and more tasks on your own.
All you want for breakfast is a waffle, although I could
talk you into something else as long as it’s also covered in maple syrup. All
you want for lunch is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. All you want for
dinner is a waffle or a PB&J, but I don’t cave at dinnertime.
You are the best conversationalist. “Daddy, how was your
day?” and “Mommy, what are you doing right there?” are frequent inquiries. Your
constant chatter fills my ears, my days and my heart.
Your imagination is astounding. You pretend your trucks are
broken and proceed to fix them. You see a bird fly away and then you pretend
the bird is sitting next to you and you talk to it. “See my birdie, Mommy? It’s
right there.” Then you hold out your hand to feed your new pet that only you
can see.
Everywhere we go, you ask complete strangers “Hi! What’s
your name?” as they pass by. You make friends at the park, at the zoo, at the
grocery store. They smile as they walk away from their encounter with you, and
I’m so proud of you for making someone’s day a little brighter.
These numerous, daily moments with you – so seemingly small
in significance, yet so great to the mother who gets to watch you grow.
I love you, Quinners!
~ Mommy
~ Mommy
Linking up again with the lovely Alison of Writing, Wishing and Gailt of These Little Waves for their endearing Memories Captured series.
