2.5 years

Monkey, Monkey, Monkey,

Where do I begin? What exciting moment in your 2.5 years do I pick to start this post with? One of the many moments you discovered something new and was enthusiastic like a little monkey finding a soccer field full of bananas? One of the many moments you lay in my arms and we read books about trucks, cars, farms, Lola and Charlie, Miffy, Sesamestreet and about how your name buddy discovers the world with imaginary plains and busses and boats? One of the many moments we did crafts and created all kinds of animals and cars and moving objects? One of the many moments you melted my heart just by being your adorable little self? One of the many times you went on a bike ride with me? Or one of the many car rides you never stop to enjoy?

Or should I begin with describing you? How incredibly smart I think you are? I have to admit, I'm a little bias, but your little brains don't let anything in your surroundings unnoticed. You see, hear, feel everything. You want me to explain everything so you can understand it. I still consider you my little boy, and that's why sometimes I feel like I'm explaining too much. But then you understand it and you make me even more proud. Or how good you are with words? Honey, from the moment you learned sign language, people worried if you'd ever talk. But really? You vocabulary never seizes to amaze me. And the way you finish sentences when we're reading books, it baffles me. Or should I start this letter by describing how sweet and affectionate you are by telling us you love us and you want to hug us and kiss us? Or how funny you are? You now start to make jokes and they're funny too, little comedian.

Or should I start your letter with things you love? How you love your little drum set and your crafted trumpet? Or how you love our Sunday mornings in bed watching Little Einsteins or Backyardigans on daddy's laptop while we eat breakfast? Or how you like cars, and balls, and Duplo, and Playdough? Or how you love your little sister and your daddy? Or how you love helping with chores? Or how you love bath times?

Or should I start with things you've recently started to do? Like making jokes? Like singing? Like trying to carry Roo and the cats? Like showing your urge for independency by saying no and wanting to do things all by your self? How you've started to use the toilet?

How do I start to describe the everything you are to me? You see, describing the little world that is you in a letter is next to impossible. And even though every day I think my heart can't grow any bigger with love for you, it does. It has been since the second your little pink body was put in my arms 2.5 years ago. There isn't a day that goes by without my heart overflowing with love for you and your sister.

I love you Monkey.

Mommy