My sweet little boy. It’s hard to remember what life was like before you. You’re 21 months old today. 1.75 years on this earth. You are so full of energy and life, constantly seeking new, trying to figure out how things work, and running circles around us.

You stop, though, sometimes and give your Mama a kiss when asked. And even this month, said “I love you” without any prompting. I can see your heart growing. Your empathy and kindness getting bigger and bigger. How you stop when someone is hurt and see if they are ok. You offer hugs and pats of solidarity.

But my favorite things about you this month is your insistence on telling your Dad and Lane family, “Go Chiefs!” to get a rise out of them. How you say, “see ya” to me or your Dad when you’re leaving the room. Your obsession and love for your doggy, always insisting that she come play with you “upstairs.”

Your personality and uniqueness keeps getting more and more distinct. Your independence and stubbornness too – unfortunately, those genes come from both your Mom and Dad. But mostly, you just make life more full. Every last part of it.

Happy 21 months, my little man.

Love,

Mommy