My baby boy is TWO!!

In motherhood the days are long, but the years are short. I look at these pictures from each month of Jack's life, and I could swear it was only yesterday that he was an infant in my arms. I made a commitment to embrace each phase of his life and not wish away the bad or long for the good. I can say with pure conscience that I cherish every ounce of his being. His tenderness and compassion overwhelm my soul. His laughter radiates from his core, and his smile continues to melt my heart. The tantrums can push me to the brink of insanity, but I've learned that without trials there would be no victories. In that, his apologies are sincere, and his understanding of right and wrong is clear. Our God created an amazing design. Watching Jack's ability to process information and communicate is fascinating. His little language converts to 'real speak' more and more each day. I'll admit that a lump arises in my throat when he abandons his Jack-words for the correct pronunciations. Oh how I will always cherish those first babbles of a baby pleading for me to understand him. As he grows in knowledge of the world, his understanding of God is growing as well. Each night as we say his prayers he sits quietly, folds his hands, and bows his head. We have started "God bless"-ing all of our family and friends. Watching him light up with smiles as he says each name touches my heart as I know he is imagining their faces before he goes to sleep. My grandmother once told me that the last thing you think about before you fall asleep is what you will dream about. I used to pray to dream about ballerinas as a child, but I take comfort in knowing that the faces of our loved ones are dancing in his head all night. What a great cloud of witnesses surrounds this child. I only pray that God will continue to shine His light on Jack's life. I pray that as he ages he will remember the faith foundation that was started in his early youth. I pray that he will always know how deeply and completely John and I love him. I pray that he will share his love with many and always remember who he is. When the curtains close and the lights fade on this second birthday I am filled with joy at the boy that rests in my arms. He won't be a baby much longer, but for now he still holds my finger, nuzzles to my bosom, and lets me hold him as long as I want. Thank you for that. I love you my precious one. This is how I felt.