Friday, April 4, 2014

Two Months

Dear Sawyer,

I want to memorize every little detail of life right now.  You are such a sweet little thing, and I don't want to forget what any part of this feels like....even the sleepless nights.

I want to etch in my mind the way you curl your baby fingers around your bottle in an attempt to get your food faster.  I smile thinking of how you poke out your bottom lip right before you're about to cry.  I love the way you kick your tiny feet in the bath water at night.  I wish I knew what you were thinking when you take your saucer-round eyes and look back and forth; soaking up all the world around you.

Everything is new to you right now.  You're so interested in every sight and sound. You love for me to walk around with you.  You're still fighting sleep because you're afraid you're going to miss something.
Recently, you've started "talking", and your daddy and I could be entertained for hours listening to you.  It's the best sound in the world to me right now.  Well, that, and the sound of your heavy breathing when you're deep asleep.
I'm back at work now, and you're still waking up every three hours to eat.  I'm tired, but I also know that you won't be waking up like this forever.  It seems like only yesterday that I was worried we were going to sleep on the couch for the rest of your life, but you transitioned to your room, and life keeps going.

You're still trying to find your thumb.  I don't think you're going to be much of a "pappy" person. You spit it out with disgust just about every time I offer it to you.  I think you will be much happier when you finally do find that thumb for good.
You enjoy "dancing" with your daddy in the afternoons.  You think it's funny when Maci jumps on people. Your best friends are the monkeys hanging from your bouncy seat.  You will smile and laugh at them for a good while.

I just can't believe you're mine. All 10 pounds 11 ounces of you. God has blessed me greatly.


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