"We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today."
-Stacia Tauscher
My Dearest Garrison,
Where to begin? It seems as if we just did begin. Although, everyday I am reminded that you are not a baby anymore. I no longer have a baby anymore. I have TWO walking, talking, counting, singing, screaming, eating,
Garrison, you are the funniest child I know. You are so interested in the world around you and way too smart for your age. When others meet you - they notice one very evident thing about you - you, my child, are gifted. You have a very special gift. We are not sure what this gift is yet.. but there is no doubt you are gifted. There isn't another word that could describe you as well. Smart, Musical, Strong, Loving, Nurturing, Compassionate, Stubborn, Adorable - you are all those things but in such a deeper way. You can say the entire alphabet, count to ten, repeat everything you see and hear and know the name of a lot of animals (you LOVE animals).
You have THE BEST hair. Uncle Bill thinks you have hair like Adam Levine. Since you most likely will have not a clue who he is, let's just leave it at you have rock star hair. You have the most piercing blue eyes. You do these things with your eyebrows that only you and your sister can do. Your eyebrows are my kryptonite. They get you what you want, when you want it and have managed to get you out of trouble on more than one occasion.
You charm everyone you meet with your adorable grin and sweet little voice. Everyone can't help but smile back at you.
Your sister adores you in every way. She loves to pretend she's your mommy. You two balance your time between fighting and playing -- some days it is more fighting than playing. She has recently been calling you a new nickname, "Mister". It is so sweet hearing it come out of her tiny little mouth and I love that you know she is talking to you. Although you both are alike in many ways - you are more mellow and relaxed at this point. You give me no attitude, which I appreciate since your sister is bent on testing my patience and sanity daily.
You love to be outside, just like your sister. You love to go on walks and squeal in excitement if we come across a dog or cat. The park is our second home. We are often there once or twice a day. You don't stay on the baby/toddler equipment. You head right to the biggest, darkest, loopiest slide. Again, much like your sister- you have no fear.
Although you have changed dramatically in the last 18 months. One thing remains constant - I am and will always be overwhelmed with love for you.
Mommy
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| Always there to lend a hand |
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| Those eyebrows! |
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