You came into this world like a lightning bolt two years ago today. You had us hustling as you sped your way earthside and you were almost born in the car on the way to the hospital. We got into the hospital at 4:00pm and you were in my arms at 4:06pm. My beautiful boy, you looked just like your daddy. I remember asking "What just happened??" in confusion to our beautiful midwife and she said simply, "You just had your baby!"
You were my healing birth. Maeve's birth was much, much longer and ended in a bit of a scare with her stuck, arm wrapped around her back. She came out with help from our beloved midwife but this experience made me scared. The speed that you came into this world never gave me time to worry or fret and I was able to really own your birth and feel powerful even though it was a complete blur from beginning to end.
While I was pregnant with you, a lightning bolt had appeared over my belly button. We joked that you were Harry Potter somehow. At the time you were born I felt the lightning bolt had been a sign that you would come fast but I see now that it was something else. Something much bigger than I ever dreamed. You are a life changer. You have impacted so many lives already and you are just turning 2. Your worth is evident in your strength, your laugh, your sparkling, mischievous eyes, your love. You are my teacher.
I want to read this letter to you in the future and I want you to know how special and amazing you are in this exact moment.
You are obsessed with anything that spins. You can spot a ceiling fan a mile away and I can tell when you see one because your face lights up in the most beautiful smile. You know which toys can clatter and spin on the ground and you find these each day, moving to the hardwood to drop them repeatedly, laughing when they wobble.
You love the wind. You lean your head back, open your mouth and move your arms up and down to just feel it. Pure joy. This teaches me so much about just loving the moment, the world around me that sometimes makes me bunch up my shoulders. Let it go and just enjoy it.
You can't wait for your baths and stick your head under the running water, kick your feet so much you have us all drenched and laugh as you watch the water swirl down the drain.
You look at your sister with the most loving and curious eyes. She loves making you laugh and you two snuggle together in your crib at the beginning of the day and her bed at the end of the day. Maeve is your biggest fan, saying, "Good job, Eli!!" anytime you crawl, pull yourself up, pass her a toy, walk in your walker, make sounds, clap your hands. She loves you and says you are her best friend. You two make me so proud and full of love.
You work so hard but really only do things when you want to. You crawled for the first time last week, right after your Physiotherapist and I had talked about moving on from crawling because you were commando crawling well and really starting to get used to your walker. Of course, you wanted to show us you could crawl on your own accord, and surprised all of us when you just got into hands and knees and went for it. You are getting the hang of your walker slowly and you are pulling yourself up on everything. You have surpassed our expectations and continue to show us how strong-willed you are each and every day.
My little love, you are such a light in our lives and we know how blessed we are to have you share your life with us. There may be hard roads ahead or maybe it will all be smooth sailing, either way, we are traveling this life together and we will always be here for whatever you may need. I don't want you to get any bigger and I am excited to see who you grow into - the paradox for any mama.
Happy Birthday, my sweet love.
Love and light,