Here are some things you’ve said and done in these last few weeks that I am writing down because I love them and I want to forever remember the way God is working in your little 3-year-old heart.
I love how in the last 2 weeks you started eating hot dogs, pizza, macaroni and cheese, and Chicken Cacciatore (without picking all of the vegetables out).
I love how you think that seeing a trash truck is almost better than having Christmas.
I love how you play ‘Trash Truck’ by going from room to room collecting random things (like clothes, toys, shoes, spatulas, etc.) and throwing them in giant piles all over the house.
I love how when I crawled into bed a few nights ago there was a Matchbox car under my pillow.
I love how you stopped crying at night before bed… You used to be afraid that Mommy or Daddy was going to leave because we had been leaving so much to visit your brother in the hospital, but now that he is home and we are finally a family under one roof, you have peace again.
I love the big goofy, toothy grin you’ve been giving the camera lately.
I love seeing you run around our house in your Thomas the Train undies.
I love that you like to do the ordering at the grocery store deli counter.
I love that you love school and have somehow managed to remember the last names of all your classmates.
I love that when your brother is in his crib not napping, we sit together and giggle and look at the monitor and tell him to, “Go to sleep.”
I love that I used the phrase, “Stressed Out” one time in your presence and now you repeat it back to me several hundred times a day – especially when I am trying to give your brother a bottle. It’s a shame I can’t hide my feelings better. 🙂
I love that you sing worship tunes around the house and set out books on the floor and call them your ‘screens,’ like the ones at church that display song lyrics.
I love that whenever you hear the gas come out of your brother’s feeding tube, you say, “Holy Smolies – did you hear that?!”
I love that you are mesmerized by Blue’s Clues.
I kind of am too.
I love how occasionally you will look over at me (and even when I haven’t showered for days) and say, “You look like an angel.”
I love that you lie awake in bed mimicking the ‘Woh, woh, woh” sound of my breast pump.
I love that when you see me sad and frustrated over your brother’s struggle to eat, you remind me to, “Trust in the Lord, Mommy.“
I love that you started saying, “I love you” to Daddy and me and even your baby brother.
I love that you occasionally break out in prayers of thanksgiving.
I love that when you hear thunder clapping you shout, “Halleluia!“
I love that when your brother recently took a decent volume of milk you got so excited and said, “Good job, Brother!”
I love hearing you say how much you love your bedroom.
I love that you don’t seem to mind an extra helping of TV shows while I spend so much time trying to feed your brother.
I love that you can recognize the word Jesus.
I love that when told it was time to go during our last two trips we have taken to the mall, you hopped right up and marched out the door without throwing a tantrum or getting upset.
I love that you know how to use iPads and iPhones better than I do.
I love how if you could drink chocolate milk and eat only pretzels for the rest of your life, you would.
I love that you can roll your ‘r’s’ as if you speak Spanish.
I love that you have an imaginary friend named Geoffrey who has a little brother with a feeding tube, too.
I love that despite the roller coaster that has been the last several months, you are still very much The Happy Buddy.
I love that you remind me of the bigger picture.
That the battle I fight daily with your baby brother’s eating issues is not one that will leave me consumed (although I apologize for the days when it seems it has and I am grumpy and weepy).
I love how the other day we pretended to put on our battle gear and armor before heading in to feed your brother.
Because I love that even if the outcome is not what I expected, you help me to see that I have the victory when I trust in Him.
I love how God has given you great wisdom for a 3-year-old.