Dear Ethan,
This is my first blog to you. I hope it is the first of many. My goal is to write to you at least once a week, if not more. Things have changed so fast since the day we brought you home. So fast since the day we found out we were going from a couple to a family. And I have forgotten so much of it. I tried to record as much as I could in your baby book, but it just seems time slips away. I wish I had started this sooner, but today is the perfect day to start! So go forward, I may reminisce on the past, as in before I started this, or possibly even the past during this running, but the only way I can go is forward!
You are a little over two and a half. To be technical, you are over two years, eight months. My gosh. What a sweet, ornery, loud, demanding, loving, smart, and happy child you have become. I could never have imagined that you would be the way you are, the person you are becoming. I cannot imagine what another two and a half years, five years, ten years, twenty years will bring for who you are. I pray for you to know God, for nothing else matters. For you to know Jesus. For you to know that he died for you. This is my biggest hope in life for you. Nothing else matters.
This morning, early, after daddy left for work and you had fallen back to sleep (because you like to wake up at 6:45, and I really need an extra half hour to hour of sleep, so I holler from the living room for you to go back to sleep, sometimes coming in there to rehug you, for the 100th time, and retuck you in) I prayed for the first time for you for your future wife. I heard it isn't too early to be praying for this. This is a blessing I want to bestow upon you. A wife that loves you for who you are, even if ya'll have some arguments, a wife who will take care of you, a wife whom you cherish so deeply that you would do anything for her, a wife who has a heart after God first, then you, then your family. I wish who brings you honor and respect among your friends and coworkers, and wife who will raise your children (and my grandbabies, yikes, I do NOT like thinking of that being you aren't even 3 yet) to love God and Jesus and to win over hearts into the Kingdom of God. I pray for the perfect timing for you to be emotionally, physically, and spiritually prepared to meet your wife, to love and cherish her, for her to love and respect you. Because you might be 16 when you meet her, or you might be 30. You might meet a woman who already has children, or you might be the father to your own children. You do not know God's calling for you, so you need to be ever open to his voice and his direction. He will lead you, and never leave you.
Today was a good day (I say this at the end of your nap, so I pray you wake up refreshed and happy, it is always difficult when you wake up cranky, but that happens to me some times too, it just seems I roll out on the wrong side of the bed some mornings, and it takes everything I have to get through the day, it is nothing to do with you, it is me being in a bad mood, and you are just being an average toddler, knowing how to push my buttons). Mommy did the dishes, you watched Ice Age II, Lion King (twice), ate some food, ate lunch, played your computer game you like, then went and laid down for a nap. Oh, you also helped me clean the bathroom a little after you finished eating lunch. You loved spraying the Windex on the mirror, and all over the counters and all over the sink, and frankly, just any where. You did a GREAT job wiping it off with paper towels and what not too. You are becoming a pretty good help, it just takes mommy a few minutes to realize that you are probably not going to do it exactly like I do it, but you are still going to do a great job. I would love to take you outside today, but it is raining, a rarity in Beeville. Like super rare. Maybe a sprinkle or two, or a down pour for 5 minutes, but it has been steadily raining for over an hour. Strange. Maybe well go out and play in the mud. How you love getting dirty. Well, that's the funny thing. You love getting dirty on YOUR terms! Haha. As in, heaven forbid you slip in the mud, then the world will end, but to take the mud and fling it, that's cool. You make me smile so often doing things like that. You won't let me help you spread your blanket on you, but you can't remove a string from your finger. Hahaha! That is one of those things that drives me NUTS because it always freaks you out to the point of screaming, and it seems to only happen when I can't stop what I am doing (like driving, or hands in dish water, or trying not to burn dinner) is when you get this problem.
Well Ethan, I will be writing you often. As often as I can. I hope to put up a picture every week or at least every month too. I want to remember the funny things you say, or possibly the biggest fit ever, or the thing we struggle with the most (right now it is obeying mommy and daddy, whew, that is so difficult), and any achievements! I love you so much my son. I hope that these blogs prove that to you, and that every day I never fail to hug you, and kiss you, and tell you how I love you so. I know my time with you is limited, mostly because the old saying about daughters and sons is 100% true (your son is your son, until he meets his wife, your daughter is your daughter for the rest of your life). What that means is, for the most part, once you meet that other leading lady in your life, the one whose opinion will mean more than mine, the one whose family you will almost always go see first (hopefully we live close so I can steal you and my gbabies away), until then, I hope to make sure you know how special you are to me. Always.
Love Mommy
I love this!!
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