Dear Mr. James David,
You may have come into our life 19 days past your due date, but other then that, you have been anything but late! You are a little go getter that keeps us on our toes, makes us question all that we know, and love, and are willing to beat up, in an instant, if that bully at the park tries to push you one more time.
You are our heart with little legs, and arms, and a snotty nose, but you are ours. Our greatest DIY project that we can never take back! There’s no tearing this one down and starting over. We only get one shot with this one, let’s hope we get it right!
Never before have we felt so much accomplishment and defeat in one day. Never before have we felt so much exhaustion and joy in one moment. You are the beat of our hearts, you keep us young (minus your dad’s receding hairline), and you make our hearts melt in ways we never thought possible.
With you the world is a brand new place with mountains to climb and busy streets to cross! Our own little joy bomb, we can place you anywhere, in any setting, and you will fill the room with happiness. You turn the saddest of frowns upside down, and it’s because of you that random strangers approach us at the grocery store.
Mr. James David you make our love grow stronger, be more vulnerable, and now we cry at every sick or dying child movie ever made (who makes those films anyways?!) With you we are a real family. One that spends most of their Friday nights curled up watching the latest cartoon kid movie (loving Despicable Me 2 right now!), and our Saturday mornings with a whole new meaning to the term “naked time”!
There are days where you are so much like us it’s scary. It scares us cause we can no longer run from our shortcomings. Like it or not you will probably be overly positive about things, like your mom, and see the world through your father’s survivalist mentality. There is no getting around these things. Instead of hiding from them we run into them and help you balance innocence with reality, and that it’s ok to stock pile somethings–just not at the expense of buying everything in bulk EVERY time (seriously Cale?!).
We love you with our whole hearts, muscles, bones, and flesh. You are our little boy, our first born son, and you have taught us more about God’s love in your 12 months of existence than any preacher, church, or religion. It brings us to our knees, and sometimes our pillows, and keeps us up at night wondering how will we protect the greatest gift we’ve ever been given? How do we prepare to release you into this great big old world!? Our heads spin with how we will ever figure it all out, but then we remember we have 18+ years to perfect our parenting, napping, and time-out process.
There is grace for the journey, and dark, dark coffee, and chocolate for the early mornings ahead. xoxo
How are you new parents holding up out there? We welcome any tips and/or advice from you seasoned pros?!
From the Farm
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