Dear Elijah...

To my Love-E,

I wonder if you have any idea how much you mean to me.

I don't think you can even comprehend it yet.

You know how much you love CARS?...

Well, take that times a billion.

I'm not sure who keeps giving you permission to grow up.

I don't allow it.

Ok...

I do.

It is pretty awesome to watch you grow.

It's just happening a little too fast.

We joke that soon you'll be taking the car from us,

but I don't think it's such a joke anymore.

As soon as I unbuckle your car seat straps you try to climb into the front seat.

You threw such a fit the other night we had to close the front door

and the curtains so you couldn't see the car.

You really are incredible.

You make me laugh, cry, smile.

Every single day.

You have been so great the past couple days

while both your parents have been sick.

You've brought much needed laughter that instantly brightens the house.

You are hilarious.

And you know it.

Your concentration amazes me.

Whether you stacking cars or trying to put on your own pants.

I am so joyful watching you give something all your might.

Getting you to go to sleep has always been a challenge of mine.

Not for your Dad.

I can rock you for hours and no sleep.

You get in your Dad's arm and 3 seconds later...

ZZZZZZZZ.

We changed your bedtime routine a couple weeks ago

(due to you climbing out of the crib)

and I am overwhelmed by how wonderful it is.

You fall asleep every night while I read to you.

I look forward to it every day.

Thank you for being so great,

so funny,

so perfectly you.

Here are some cute pics from the past few days...

The various faces you make while watching cars.

 

You and me, Mother's Day.

You're new favorite spot in the house.