As I scroll through our pictures from the past month, an overwhelming sense of pride and love always indwells. It flows deep inside and ignites all the feels. It calms me. It gives me life. It makes me smile. It usually makes me tear up. It makes me thankful, thankful for each of you. Thankful for all the joy and beautiful mess you bring to my life.
August has been an exciting month filled with pool time, friends, lots of basketball on the driveway, and Gunnar, you started the 1st grade. You still, at this point in time, love school. You love your friends. You love to talk. You love to be heard. You love recess and were so excited this year you get to play on the big soccer field vs the small area you had to makeshift for a soccer field in Kindergarten. You are brave. You are our go with the flow kiddo…unfortunately that may be because of your sisters. No new school clothes for you on the first day, you wanted to wear your school shirt. You are so proud. How’s that for school spirit?! I’m guessing that may not last much longer, but I’ll embrace these days when you opt for basketball shorts and t-shirts and continue to complain how jeans and button up shirts are so uncomfortable.
Tonight, as we were playing basketball, you told me you wanted to be old right now so you could be a basketball player. My sweet boy, enjoy now. Enjoy learning and growing. Enjoy working hard to be the best you can be. Never give up a dream. Always work hard. Pray always. Big things are sure to come your way if you remember these things. As for now, I’ll continue to enjoy still being able to beat you. Tough love son. You will soon likely be able to “break my ankles,” as you call it.
Finley, you are counting the days until your school starts back up. You tell me you miss your friends. You tell me you are ready to carry your Frozen backpack and lunch pail. You will soon be starting your Pre-K year. It seems crazy how fast you grow. The other night I was rocking Nora to sleep and there in front of me is your crib. The crib that has been each of your first beds. The crib that has been a different color for each of you. The crib that is now on its last legs. The crib we pray will make it through just one more child. The crib I will likely mourn over when we get rid of it, even though it probably should have been upgraded a few years ago. Fin, I thought about how long that crib was your bed. Three and half years to be exact. I thought about nursing you in the rocking chair that faces the crib. I thought about your eyes glancing up at mine. So content and so in awe. I am far from perfect, but God gave me you. He gave me you to protect and love. He gave me you to teach me a new understanding of patience, as you know how to push buttons no one has ever pushed. You are a firecracker my dear. You can turn from monster to sweet girl in the snap of a finger. The other night as I sat on the couch you came and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, “I love you mom.” I think we will be just fine. I’m praying for an awesome Leap Frog year for you.
Nora, your vocabulary is growing quickly. You can now say momma, daddy, bubba, sissy, no, and no no. You are at the age where you try and repeat everything we say. Your brother and sister think it’s hilarious. They typically pick bathroom words, or words that are very difficult to say. They laugh with what you come up with.
Here’s some other words and how they sound as you say them:
You are so much fun to watch grow, each month promising new learnings and words. Each month tackling a new thing to conquer and climb on. The dining room table is pretty much your jam. You know how to position your body on the chair and where your tiny foot needs to be to elevate the rest of your body. Before long you have made it to the top. You no longer sit in your high chair, you stand. You prefer the kitchen table; however, we have only 4 seats. We didn’t think you would be wanting to join us at the table so soon. You learned to whistle this month and were quite proud of yourself. You think you are so big. Let’s just take this day by day, ok kid?
Love you all so very much. Thank you for making me a mommy, and reminding me that is my name 4,847 times a day.