Sentences on Sunday…I mean Monday

I keep forgetting that today is Monday.
This week has been all out of whack and my birthday seems like it was weeeeks ago.
But there are things I want to say to you, my sweet littles.

Dear Asa,
Just this week you’ve started talking in complete sentences.  I love to hear and see your excitement when you are able to get your point across.  I am so proud of you.  (But maybe a little I’m sad.  Because the toddler-i-ness is fading ever-so-quickly.)  We had a very busy few days and you have been quite a trooper.  Less nap time, later bed times, early mornings…and yet you’ve remained the calm-cool-and-collected little thing you always have been.  Maybe I could take some lessons from you on how to just relax!  🙂

Dear Lydia,
I spent a big chunk of today with just you.  It’s not often that I get to spend time with just one child.  Yet I love it when we have one-on-one time.  You were so patient during our 4 hour stay at the car repair shop.  You never complained.  You made me smile and I made you smile.  We laughed at silly jokes and danced in the middle of the tire show room.  When it was time for us to go, the employee admitted that they’d been watching us on the monitor in the back.  “More people should be like that.  Y’all just had fun doin’ nothin’.”  And I hope you are always able to find joy in the little things, even if it means singing and dancing in circles around stacks of tires.

Dear Alden,
I promise you that you said “Hey, Ase” this morning.  And then again tonight.  Every morning Asa gets up and says to you “Mornin’, Ah-Alden.”  And today I really, really think you said hey to him.  At first I thought I was hearing things, but Daddy heard it, too.  And then tonight Gramama and Carol heard it.  Lydia and Carter have been praying for you to talk from the moment you were born, so who knows.  🙂  Whether you said real words or not, your little voice is just too sweet.  You babble on and on and will occasionally squeal in delight, but it’s not shrill at all.  Smoothing and comforting and warm.

Dear Carter,
You are my big thinker.  You asked me this week about adoption.  We talked about it some, but I can tell I left you with more questions than answers.  (I hate to tell you, but that’ll happen a lot in your lifetime.)  I love to see you processing information.  You stare off at nothing and I can see you processing each tiny detail of what I’ve said.  It’s fascinating to watch your thought processes evolve.  You are destined for great things, my little man.  Keep thinking those deep thoughts.

I love you all to pieces.
You’re all my favorites.

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