Today you are 29 months old. Sometimes I just can’t believe
that you’re ours and that you’ve been with us for over two years already. As
many times and Daddy and I tell you that you’re a big boy, you are still, and
perhaps will always be, my little boy. I love in the morning when we’re trying
to get us all ready to leave the house, but you have to stop routine because
you want to cuddle with me. I love how this morning, after you took a piece of
my cereal without asking, Daddy corrected you, and then you said, in the
sweetest way, “Can you share with me, please?” I love how you are a sponge and soaking
up all sorts of information (new concepts and words) and how adorable it is
when it only makes partial sense when you repeat the information back to us. I
love how yesterday, when I went to check on you in the morning, because I heard
you crying, you told me to go away and when I came back in 10 minutes to start
getting you ready for the day you were singing to yourself and happy. I love
how much of a helper you are. As much as it breaks my heart that you know the
words (strip, test stuff, pump, low blood sugar) I love that you want to help
me “get one strip” and help put it in my meter.
I am so lucky to be your mom. I know I’m not the best mom
all the time, but I try every day to be the best mom I can be for you. Happy 29
months, Gus. I love you much.
Love,
Mommy
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