Yesterday, I was able to go on Number Two's Easter Egg hunt with school. The children were told they could find 12 eggs. They knew there were enough eggs for 12 each. All the kids went in one direction, and Number Two went in the other direction. He found almost all the eggs on top of the shrubs and on the bottom and mixed in, and pretty soon his basket was filled with about 30 eggs!
Most of the kids found 12 eggs, but one of the teachers was doing a basket for a child who was out sick. She said she only had 9. Number Two promptly counted out three of his eggs, without even asking to give to the sick child. He then walked around and looked in other children's baskets, and if they had a lot less than him he gave them out. What a sweet, generous boy I have.
Before Number Two was born, I was convinced he was going to have brown hair and brown eyes like me. But, when he was born he had a sheen a fine blonde hair. The nurses used to sneak into my room just to rub his head. He had chubby cheeks, and he looked like a little baby elf. He was so quiet. From day one, he slept well. Out of all my children, he's the only one who has ALWAYS slept in his own bed. He needs his rest, and he makes sure he receives it.
Being a parent is the most amazing thing. Sure, some days are hard with whiny kids, talking back, not going to sleep, but it's truly amazing to bring a baby into the world and watch as they turn into a fully functioning kid. It's awesome to see how their personality develops. To watch them develop strengths like Number Two has: kindness, imagination, mathematically-inclined, friendly, sweet, and grateful.
When Number Two was born, and the nurse placed him on my belly I cried. I looked into his sweet face, and I saw all the possibilities of what he would become as he grew from a baby, to a toddler, to a boy and then to a man.
I love you, my sweet white-headed boy, and I couldn't imagine my life without you!