I just finished rocking my two year old to sleep. I really don't think it's possible to love him any more and then some how I do. As I was rocking him he said, "Mommy, Jesus," meaning, sing me 'Jesus Loves Me.' Those words melt my heart. And then as if he could get any sweeter he proceeds to kiss me a dozen times while wrapping his sweet little arms around my neck. As I rocked him to sleep I prayed over him that he would one day love this Jesus we sing about each night and that he would understand that Jesus truly does love him. Words fail me to describe my emotions over this little boy. I am beyond blessed that he calls me Mommy. He is ALL boy but incredibly gentle and sweet. He loves his little brother and in true two year old fashion calls him "my baby." I hope he always loves Alex and looks after him as he does now. He is a perfect little man and I can't believe he is two. The days seem to go by slowly but man, do the years fly. I wish I could some how pause his little life. I really don't want him to grow up but then again I can't wait to see how the Lord plans to use him for his glory. I love him beyond measure and am overwhelmed that God chose me to be his Mommy.
Two Year Stats (50th percentile):
28 lbs
34 in






