{yesterday he was busy}
Dear Elijah,
You are my sixth child. You're the child that we were told we could never have after Daddy was diagnosed with cancer. You surprised us all back then so should you stop surprising us now with your tremendous determination?
You are busy. You keep me on my toes every single day. Even though you're not quite four you already seem to be four. And as you like to tell me, "I'm big." How could I ever forget?
You bring tremendous joy to this household. You are funny, funny, funny. The Lord must have known we all needed to laugh. A lot. Thanks, Elijah, for providing the humor at just the right time. Even if it might just be that hand-drawn mustache that you added to your adorable face. {this is my fave picture even though it's blurry}
You are an amazing big brother to Samuel.
So why am I writing you again? I just needed to be reminded about how amazing you are -- sometimes all I see is the work. The cleaning up. The busy and loudness. And I forget to see all the amazing qualities of you. I'm sorry.
You are more important than the Chex cereal spilled all over the family room floor, or the line drawn on the wall by the stairs {and yes, I know it was a railroad track}, or the half-eaten pieces of fruit that you put back, or the fact that I see you running around outside with your pants on backward {cause you're trying}, or the boxes of sorted toys that you dumped out because you wanted the boxes, or muddy little footprints across the floor.
I love those things actually.
Life would be boring without them.
Elijah, you are loved.
Wait.
Elijah, you are extremely like-crazy mega loved.
~mom
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who would you write your letter to today?
Dear Elijah,
You are my sixth child. You're the child that we were told we could never have after Daddy was diagnosed with cancer. You surprised us all back then so should you stop surprising us now with your tremendous determination?
You are busy. You keep me on my toes every single day. Even though you're not quite four you already seem to be four. And as you like to tell me, "I'm big." How could I ever forget?
You bring tremendous joy to this household. You are funny, funny, funny. The Lord must have known we all needed to laugh. A lot. Thanks, Elijah, for providing the humor at just the right time. Even if it might just be that hand-drawn mustache that you added to your adorable face. {this is my fave picture even though it's blurry}
You are an amazing big brother to Samuel.
So why am I writing you again? I just needed to be reminded about how amazing you are -- sometimes all I see is the work. The cleaning up. The busy and loudness. And I forget to see all the amazing qualities of you. I'm sorry.
You are more important than the Chex cereal spilled all over the family room floor, or the line drawn on the wall by the stairs {and yes, I know it was a railroad track}, or the half-eaten pieces of fruit that you put back, or the fact that I see you running around outside with your pants on backward {cause you're trying}, or the boxes of sorted toys that you dumped out because you wanted the boxes, or muddy little footprints across the floor.
I love those things actually.
Life would be boring without them.
Elijah, you are loved.
Wait.
Elijah, you are extremely like-crazy mega loved.
~mom
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