2 years ago, on May 9, 2011, your daddy and I waited, excitedly and nervously, in a hospital room, just down the hallway from you, for a text telling us that you were born. About 30 minutes after we received that very exciting text, we walked into the room you were in and got to see our precious baby boys' face for the first time. We gave you your first bottle and spent the 3 days with you in the hospital, taking time to visit your birthmother while she was in recovery. It was such a special time and one that I hope I remember clearly for years to come.
The first year of your life you were mellow-as-could-be, happy-about-everything, sweet little heart, precious boy.
The second year of your life you have been a "grand explorer". You love to jump high, run fast, play hard, push buttons, put fingers (and other small items) in holes, zip zippers. You are active (which is a bit of an understatement)!!! You love playing in the water, you love to jump off the couch and stairs, and you have invented a new 1 year old activity in which you jump up and do a 360 in the air.
In your short two years, you have shocked yourself playing with an electrical outlet, you have run into the busy street and almost gotten hit by a car (still makes me nervous), you have dislocated your elbow, twice, and we are currently wondering if you have sprained, or worse, your little foot (since you have been hobbling on it for over a week now). You are alive and well, thank the good Lord.
You love to help! No matter what it is and no matter how much of a help you actually are at this age, you will try to help out, (ie. licking the floor trying to help me "mop", cleaning the outside rocks via mouth, etc)
One thing that has not changed in these past two years is your excitement for life, your sweet heart, your love of people, your love for your big brother, especially, and, of course, your preciousness. All in all, you have a love for life that is contagious and appreciated! We love you precious boy!
