It wouldn't have been nearly as eloquent or beautiful, but I could have because I totally get it.
We have three kids, and I'm constantly thinking about how I need to parent each child differently, how I need to teach each child differently- how I need to love each child differently. They are all beautiful. They are all smart. They are all my favorites, and I wanted them, one day far from now, to understand why.
To my dearest Eva,
You, sweet girl, are such a joy to my heart. You were a beautiful gift from God when Daddy and I didn't even ask for anything else. You were an added bonus. I love you for that, and for that, I praise God daily. In the last year, you and I have been through so many great and not so great moments. Looking back, those many many months of middle-of-the-night feedings were amazing bonding times for you and I.
I love your laugh.
I love how you take your time to do things.
I love playing peek-a-boo with you over and over and over....and over.
I love how you reach for me and are completely content for a moment after you have me. You don't want to be anywhere else in that moment, and neither do I. You hold my heart, Eva Grace. I love
To my dearest Izzy Belle,
You, my dear, have given me every grey hair and wrinkle I have, I think. I adore you for that. You never cease to entertain and amaze me. God gave you to me (to our whole family) in a moment when He knew we needed an Izzy the very most. He helped heal so many broken hearts with you, and I praise God for that amazing gift. You drive me crazy, but in such a wonderful way- and I wouldn't want you any other way.
I love your free spirit. I envy it, honestly.
I love your hair. Thank you for being my doll.
I love your imagination.
I love that you live in your own little world where everything is wonderful and God is big. I pray that a fear of God and His amazing vastness is always something you recognize. Thank you for the sweet moments where you show your vulnerability to me. Thank you for making me work at being a mommy. I'm a better mom because of you. You hold my heart, Isabella Ahavah. I love you.
To my dearest son,
You, sweet Isaiah, are...excuse me while I wipe away the tears...such an amazing gift. From the moment I knew you were growing in my womb, I knew you were given to me to love and care for and teach and parent. You were not given to me for me to keep forever and ever. That is a struggle for me. I want to keep you. As I have watched you grow over the last 6 years, I have fallen so deeply in love with you as you. I praise God for giving me a first born son who is so much like me- so much so that I know how you will react in most every scenario. That's an amazing gift. You were the very best introduction to parenthood that I could ever wish for.
I love that you are so loving. God has used you to help me learn to love others better.
I love that you're so kind.
I love how you smile. I love your dimple.
I could not get through my days with such ease without you, dear boy. You are the best helper a mother could ask for, never complaining and always willing. I can't get over you. You hold my heart. I love you, Isaiah Matthew.
You are all my favorites...