Today is my sweet Paulie's 2nd birthday. Who could have thought a mother could love a little boy so much. Contrary to what many say, the past two years have felt like two years. Many months were challenging as we tried to find out what, if anything, was wrong with our infant who seemed too small and very miserable. My heart grew stronger, as did my arms, from constantly carrying around a baby with chronic tummy aches. Now, at two, this boy is absolutely my delight; full of hugs and kisses from morning 'till night.
He loves dogs, "vrooming" cars across the floor, playing with his big brother, raisins and yogurt, getting his head rubbed, and cuddles from just about anyone who loves him. What he lacks with his pint-sized frame he makes up for with an iron will and temper to go with it. But as tough as his exterior can be, a stern look from us will cause his lip to quiver and send him running back to mommy and daddy to seek forgiveness.
Paulie calls Luke "Doody," which sounds more like cookie. He practically begs to go to bed at night, and when he wakes, only daddy and cuddles on the couch will do. I can't sit down during the day without him handing me a book and crawling on my lap.
The first time I held my sweet boy, my eyes filled with tears and I cried and cried. Even after carrying him for nine months, even knowing his name for the five months prior, nothing could have prepared me for seeing his face and falling in love with him for the first time. If my first baby taught me how to be mother, the second baby taught me not only to embrace the job, but to cherish and love every moment.
Happy Birthday, Paul!!! Our hearts ache with how much we are blessed by you.