Happy 5th Birthday Monkey. It’s unreal that you turned 5 a week ago. I am so lucky that I’m your mama.
I love your sweet, kind demeanor. You’re my lover. My cuddler. When you suggest, “how about you stay on the couch and cuddle with me?” it’s nearly impossible for me to turn you down. And whenever daddy is out of town or working late, you know that it automatically means you can sleep in my bed.
Your imagination is insane and you are so curious about things. You are always asking me these deep questions that I inevitably end up texting your daddy for answers on. You love Jesus with all your heart, and make me smile so big when you talk about how much Jesus loves us or wanting to tell other people about Jesus.
You are so excited to meet this new baby sister of yours, and I know you’re going to be amazing with her. You helped daddy bring some baby items up a couple days ago and you were beyond happy. Your smile was huge and you had to pick the perfect place to put the baby swing. I can’t wait to see you hold her and know you’re going toe a great helper. She is going to adore you, the same way Emaline adores you…most of the time.
You really like to make a point of the “whole family” doing things. Taking turns saying prayers, matching our outfits, going somewhere together, eating our vitamins simultaneously.
You and your LEGOS…make me so proud and so incredibly annoyed every single day. You could play with LEGOS for hours. Building new zords. Creating animals out of the bricks. Playing with your minfig guys. But the way they are taking over our house…not only do I step on them, but they’re in my purse, my coat pockets, I even find them in my bed. And Emmy just loves to dump an entire bin out while you’re building up in your room. Oh LEGOS…
You are in a phase where you love letters. You love tracing them, and having me write things out for you to copy. But it has to be on your own terms. If I ask you to write your name for me and you’re busy fighting bad guys or something, you’ll tell me you can’t do it. But when you’re playing on the dry erase board with Emmy, you love writing.
You are impossible to wake up in the morning. I guess you love sleep as much as your mama…waking you in the morning is like waking a teenager. We often have to get you dressed for preschool while you’re on the couch. You also love Target, like your mama.
Whenever you want to hold my hand in a parking lot my heart gets so happy. Or when you want me to hold you when you’re getting sleepy. It’s moments like that where you still seem so little to me. You’re my baby boy.
I am so proud of you, how brave you’ve become, not only with swim lessons but with trying new things and making new friends. I’m proud of the way you treat other people and how much you care about your friends and family. I’m proud of your heart for Jesus and how quick you are to forgive. I’m proud of your amazing personality, and your silly sense of humor.
I love you to the moon, Elijah Oscar and I’m so lucky to be your mama.