Beckett Lucas,
You are 21 months old now, which means that the number two is closing in quickly. That also means that you are turning into more of my boy and becoming less of my baby right before my eyes, and it is all just kind of bittersweet. I love watching your personality unfold and catching glimpses of who the Lord made you to be, but I will always hold tight to the memories I have of your sweet little baby face, bald head, and constant need for your momma. One of my greatest blessings in life is being your momma and having a front row seat as you grow. I receive so much joy from simply watching you, and these past three months have been no exception.
You are talking so much these days, and I think you learn at least one new word every single day. Your daddy and I find ourselves constantly asking each other, "did he just say ____?" You are a little language sponge, and I absolutely love hearing you discover that part of life. With that comes the sweetest words I ever did hear..."wuv woo" (love you). You've been saying this for quite a while, but it melts me every time, especially when you whisper it to me from your crib when I lay you down at night. Two of your favorite words right now are "bus" and "baseball," and I have never heard a more precious version of either of them. I don't think I could list every word that you say because there are too many, but we love hearing your talk. Your little voice is the most precious sound.
You adore baseball. It is a borderline obsession. Almost every single morning after breakfast, you run into the playroom, find one of daddy's baseball hats, your foam bat, and start whacking away at every ball you can find. You love going to your cousin's little league games and will just sit and watch the whole time. We always knew you loved balls, but this love for baseball took the cake. If only you knew how this makes your daddy's heart swell. I don't think he could've drawn it up any more perfectly than to have a 1 year old son who will sit on his lap and watch an MLB game on tv for at least 20 minutes without moving a muscle. We don't know if you will be a great baseball player or not, and that doesn't matter one bit to us. We just love watching your passion start to come alive.
You also really love your sister, and you want to do whatever she is doing. She doesn't always love this quality in you, but I think it is precious. I love the ways that you are beginning to play with her, and I love hearing the two of you laughing together as you play chase around the house. You have already discovered how to be the pesky little brother, and you kind of like it. If you are in the right mood, you will repeatedly do something that bothers her and get the funniest little smirk on your face when she gets frustrated at you. This is the joy of siblings. Your daddy and I pray consistently that you would have a deep bond with all of your siblings and a deep love for one another that follows you through life. We pray that you will always be available for one another and forge unwavering friendships.
At 21 months, you have 12 teeth, but your top two canine teeth are really trying to push through and giving you loads of trouble. You love to eat and are a pretty good eater. You love most fruits, most days, and we have been able to find some veggies you like. You aren't a big fan of sandwiches, but you love some chicken and avocados. You can be picky in that you will gobble a food up one day and then turn your nose up at it another. I guess you just like to keep mommy guessing! You are a great sleeper and take one 2-3 hour nap each afternoon, and you sleep from 7:30pm-6:30am every night. You sleep with one of your two favorite blankies (you call is "ba-bee"), and I love that about you. You won't sleep with any other blanket. We took your pacifier away for good about 2 months ago, and you completed that transition like a champ. You are still our happy little guy and love to smile and flash that dimple.
Beckett, I feel like you are kind of my kindred spirit. We are alike in so many ways--from being overwhelmed in a crowd to being more quiet to our (sometimes fierce) tempers. I just get you, and that brings me a lot of comfort. It also challenges me in ways that I didn't expect, and I am grateful for all of it--the peace and the challenge. I didn't anticipate how much being
your mommy would change me. You bring light and joy to our family that no one else could bring. I pray every night that you will always be a bearer of light and joy wherever you go and in whatever you do. I know that the spirit of the Lord is in you, and you will do great things. Happy 21 months, my precious son.
I love you to the moon and back!
Your Mommy
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That was beautiful!
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