I get super emotional on December 2nd. EVERY December 2nd.
My boy is getting so very big. Bigger kids= Big momma feels. And let me tell you, it's a weird mix of momma feels. Time, as everyone says, is indeed flying by. I'm not lamenting time lost or shoulda woulda, coulda's.... I'm simply enjoying this fine young man before me.
My eldest is so patient with me as I navigate through these uncharted waters. Everything we go through with this boy is a first. As soon as we think we have this parenting thing figured out, we end of circling back.... Through it all? Wyatt teaches me to be my best self. He accepts my apologies, my requests for forgiveness, and we both try just a little bit harder....(most days!)
I've learned to cherish our early mornings together..replete with snuggles while sharing a cup of coffee and tea through bleary eyes.
I love his frustration over my lack of fortnight dancing skills..but that he challenges me to epic Just Dance competitions anyway.
I adore that he'll curl up on the couch and indulge me while we watch yet ANOTHER Hallmark movie.
His passion and his ability to talk you into tomorrow on any topic whether he knows about it or not brings me to tears of pride and hysteria.
I love his innate ability to read my emotions; checking in with me, seeing if I'm OK, giving me a hug without being asked, holding my hand in the car during stressful Alex moments, ALL because he notices that his mama has a weary heart.
I cherish his tender, servant heart and his willingness and excitement to work with the little kids at church.
His big brother skills? The Wyatt has a unique ability to love his brother in a way that will bring tears to your eyes every. single. time.
Simply put- Wyatt is one of my most precious gifts and I'm so glad I get to celebrate him today.
