Oh Lovebug, in the scheme of letters and posts directed to you, this one is a little silly but I can’t help but write about it!! My child, you LOVE to organize!!!! As I write those words, I am literally grinning from ear to ear thinking of the countless moments that have led me to make such an assertion. For months now, you have loved putting items back in their proper places. The teacher in me beamed at the development of categorization in your brain, but now it has grown into so much more. You close doors that are left open. You rearrange items in our cabinets. You pick up clothes you find around the house and carry them into the laundry room. It’s enough to make me swoon!!
Last night, I was getting everything ready for bath/bedtime when I came across this scene on your toy shelf. You had very meticulously arranged Dexter and one of your “guys” beneath the covered deck on Noah’s Ark. I was so touched by the sweetness of it, I had to snap a picture.
When I met you in the bathroom and told you that it was time to hop in the tub, you rushed past me. I realized you had a random car in your hands and knew exactly what you were doing. You wanted to be sure to put it away before bath time. I followed you into your room and watched as you returned the car to its proper place. Before racing back to the bath, you made sure to nestle Dexter back into the driver’s seat of his digger and put your “guy” away as well!! I was covered up in joy over this little moment. Your attention to detail and follow through is just exquisite!!
Another mom at My Gym yesterday laughed when her boy threw blocks across the room and you hurried over, scooped them up, and returned them to the block pile. She said her oldest son was the same way and that he continues to love organizing things today at age 9. That made me wonder…will you?
I am going to share one final example and then I will end this, as I am sure that you are rolling your eyes at what I find so impossibly endearing. Last week we spent time in St Simons and had guests staying at the beach house. One of the gentlemen used the restroom and after returning to the group, you walked into the bathroom and promptly put down the seat he had left up!! My boy!!!
I know it probably seems so silly that I am this amazed by all of this, but this is one of those times where I can actually see me in you. You are SO wonderfully, beautifully, perfectly like your Daddy in so many ways. Your hunger for adventure, your boldness, your ability to make us laugh, your impish grin, you truly are your father’s child and I couldn’t be happier. I love your Daddy with every cell in my body, so naturally I am over the moon that you are so much like him. It warms my heart, though, to find a glimmer that you and I share. I’m not sure if this is a phase or a part of your permanent wiring, but for the moment, I am delighting in it.
You are such a treasure. Every day that I am blessed to spend with you, I thank God over and over. I feel forever privileged to have all of this time with you–I love you more than you will ever know!!!!