20 Months

Oh Kael, you steal my heart away every single day. You love being chased more than anything, especially by your daddy. You run EVERYWHERE. Forget walking. Your happy screams are my favorite sounds in the world. My heart can't take it.  The kisses that you've started giving us, unannounced with complete spontaneity have made our hearts explode. Instead of puckering your lips for a kiss, you just stick your bottom lip out and close your little eyes, it's precious.

 I realize more and more every day how affectionate you really are and I'm soaking every second of you up. I find myself getting less work done because I can't get over the wonder of you and your growing little soul. Snuggles on the couch, your sweet smiles that are meant just for me in the morning...this is heaven.

You're obsessed with clocks. Oh good lord. You can spot one on a billboard, in the car, in a grocery store on a tv show, anywhere. It's your favorite word in the world to say. (I'm glad I'm not the only one in the family that is obsessed with them.) You also are in love with rocks, which makes my heart happy. You don't hesitate to run outside, barefooted, onto the gravel driveway to pick out just the right little stones. When you bring them to me, as if they were diamonds, with sparkles in your eyes, it's the world 10 times brighter in my heart. Can I tell you something? I've kept every single one you've given me. I have them all in a little jar. Yeah, I know it will overflow one day but, they are my treasures from your first adventures in life. Building towers in your specific way is a hoot to watch. You wear your thoughts on your face. Your daddy and I have all the entertainment we need just watching you figure things out, processing your thoughts or trying to tell us something.

We've started telling you about your little brother in my tummy. When I ask you where "momma's baby" is,  half the time you point to my belly and the other half you point to yourself with a big grin on your sweet face. You'll always be my baby. Sigh. You are truly Mr. Copycat lately. I realized that when you started grunting and moaning when you get up from sitting down or try to pick something up. You're copying your groaning, achy pregnant momma. haha. It just started getting more difficult to spring off the couch or play on the floor with you and you've noticed, sound effects and all. haha. You little ham.

Little handsome, I love you. We're going to have so much fun this summer. Keep growing in love, calmness and adventure.

Love,
Momma

My jar full of treasures.