Went from motioning songs-to singing them
Went from learning to walk-to running
Went from one foot hopping desperately trying to catch air with two feet-to jumping, leaping, hopping, and trampoline tricks
Went from listening to books-to reading them along with me
Went from learning-to playing imagination
Went from being prayed over-to offering prayer requests (Mommy, Daddo, Hana, Mason...)
Went from closing prayer with a loud affirmative "yeah!"-to a soft sweet "Amen."
Two incredibly sweet years I'll cherish forever. Last year I remember taking in spring with an appetite of Bambi. I felt like survivors. I was grateful to be able to walk! To have you! To be alive! The year before, I was begging for blossoms, because I knew when they arrived...so would you. This year, I wasn't in a rush for winter to end. I hibernated with it falling asleep putting you to sleep and stored up missed hours. In the late fall, I was walking with you and realized something significant. I finally started to feel like my old self. My energy, my health, my body started to feel like me again. I think my body needed this winter to rest. It dawned on me that you were going to turn two! I had that I can't believe it's been two years and yet I can't imagine life ever being without you feeling. Then you started talking and doing so many things I had to remind myself time and time again, "he's only one. he's still just a baby." You live like a bouncing budding two year old. So this birthday, I am ready for it. I know in my heart you are two. Even though part of me hesitates for spring and the new year of two going on three, I am bowled over ecstatically swept away with every sign around me saying the bird is dropping from the nest.
I have no regrets. I've given you my all and everything. We may have had a rough start that swims around and saddens me sometimes, but we rode it. It changed us for better. We cherished moments we might have taken for granted. We coddled and cuddled and soaked up every sunshiny drop because we had it...together. As simple and sweet as that. The moment was ours and we lived start out of, "If you give a mouse a cookie." Daddy rolled thunder over my housekeeping and you lived in the apple of our eye absorbing all my precious time.
Your first birthday was small and sweet. I heard kids should have the equal number to their age of party guests. You turned one and had one very special guest...GG. This year we are having a small party celebrating the specialness of socialite, cousin loving, bike riding, outdoor playing, game and adventure hunting, music dancing, sweet souled, gift of all gifts...you. Can I hear a Wahhooooo? You give a clap and smile too? Yes, I agree. Something worth celebrating.
And for you, only a joyful party will do. Hollar! Shadden is turning T-W-O!!!!
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