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so i wrote all about john's birthday, and how much fun he had and how he was spoiled rotten by his loved ones.

but i didn't write about how amazing it is to look back over the past two years. it's hard to believe that that tiny little peanut on my body in that picture above is the same little man that is running around my house these days. he still sleeps like that, too, with his face in the bed. 

my monkey had his two-year checkup yesterday. not surprisingly, the doc says he looks perfect. (i could have told her that!) he's 23 lbs 5 oz, and 33.5 inches tall. that's over four times his birth weight, and fourteen inches longer than his birth length.

but more amazing, and more breathtaking, is his personality and his mind. and his sense of humor. how humbled am i - are we, as i know my husband shares this - to have this little human in our home. how blessed are we to undertake to raise him to be a good man. how overwhelmed, in both wonderful and difficult ways, we are by the responsibility of teaching him.

but i really think so much of it is just already in him. i can't claim responsibility for his awesomeness. god put it there. it's our job to nurture it, to stoke the embers of his spirit and nurture them into a flame that will light rooms and lighten hearts everywhere he goes in his life. 

little peanut, my baby john, my john john ... how much you brighten the lives of your mommy and daddy every single day. you are a gift more precious than i could ever express to you. these past two years have flown by and i know the next two - or ten - or twenty - will not slow down. just keep being yourself, little man. keep up the awesome work, and we'll try hard not to slow YOU down.

two years ago today we came home from the hospital just beginning our journey as parents. i would not change a single day since. the worst day at this job is still the best job i've ever had.

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Erica Hamer said…
So sweet! John will be touched reading this one day :)

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