A letter for Beckett
February 27, 2012
Hi, Beckett boy.
Guess what? You’re 6 months old! 6 big ones. How does that even happen? It seems like yesterday I was meeting you and your chipmunk cheeks for the first time, but at the same time it kind of seems like you’ve been around forever.
You have gotten so big! It blows my mind how much you’ve changed in the past several months. You went from a sweet, little, limp nugget to a big, strong, active boy! You’re so smart and curious – always scoping out the world at large.
You’re currently hanging out at the top of the charts in height, which is awesome and all, but all of your clothes are a little short. I’m in denial about the size clothes you should be wearing. I’m not ready for you to be so big yet!
You’ve mastered army crawling and eating solids. If future Beckett reads this, let me ask: Do you still hate avocados? You despised them at 6 months – as in violent gagging and shuddering. You sure do love fruit, though. You turn into an eating machine when pears are involved.
You’ve also mastered the game of Peek-a-Boo. I honestly think that JoJo and you could play an uninterrupted game for at least 72 hours.
Everyone is always commenting on your beautiful eyes and big, wide smile. You have got to be one of the happiest babies around. Maybe the happiest baby on the block. Get it?! (Note: I didn’t always make lame mom jokes. Lucky for adolescent you, I waited to start that until you came around.)
You’re constantly laughing, smiling, shrieking, or babbling. You’re quite a social fellow, compliments of me. You’re also pretty laid back, compliments of Daddy.
You love to read already! Well, you love to be read to. We’re still working on our alphabet, but you’ll get there. You’ll sit really still and look at all the pictures on the books we read. Occasionally you’ll try to nibble on the book, but hopefully you’ll outgrow that before kindergarten.
Sometimes (ok…every day) I’ll sneak into your room at night and just stare at you. I’ll also laugh at the booty-in-the-air sleep position you’re in, but I’ll mostly just stare at you. You are so precious and perfect. I never in my life imagined loving someone so much. Of course I love your daddy more than words can say, but we both agree that you’re our favorite.
You’re growing up so fast, little boy! Part of me wants to stop time so I can squeeze your leg rolls and baby buns forever and always be able to entertain you with a piece of string or a single sock, but the other part of me is excited to watch you learn to walk, run, find bugs, get dirty, play ball with daddy, chase Mack…it’s going to be a blast.
I found a verse the other day that made me smile. It reminded me of whose you are and who will love and support you infinitely more than I ever can:
You were fearfully and wonderfully created by God. You are his child – his pride and joy. Your daddy and I are forever grateful and humbled he chose us to be a part of your life.
I’m the proudest, most smitten momma you’ll ever find. I’ll love you forever, Beckett boy. I’m so proud of you.
Now it’s time to smother you in kisses and squeeze your biscuit buns while you’re still too small to fight back. Sucker.
I love you baby boy.