Dear baby Lionheart…geez. The time really does fly. You can now say, “I love you, Mama,” and I don’t think I’ll
ever get over the feeling that overwhelms me when I hear it. My heart is so full. You try to wink, but can only get your
right eye to shut part way just now, and the result is this beautifully crooked
smile. You like to cheers every
drink you have with someone. At
museums, you walk around with your hands clasped behind your back, it makes you
look like this teeny intellectual.
You like all kinds of kisses: butterfly, Eskimo, cheek pinching, fishy
kisses. You seem to be sensitive
to when others are upset, I’ve seen you on more than one occasion go up to
someone who was crying, take their hand, and lead them to some activity, the
piano, the play kitchen, and try to engage them in some play. A lady at church, who you led to the
piano, found this very noteworthy and made a point to find who the mother of
this child was to tell her of this, and of her gratitude for your sweet energy.
I pray for you to grow up to find your true, authentic voice
in this world. To find what makes
you passionate about life. To see
the sacredness in all living things that we share this amazing home with for
such a short time. To think
through the bullshit that swirls around us much of the time, and to find the
truth that lies hidden close by. To
know how loved you are.
For your second anniversary of this life…we had a small
winter celebration. A winter
picnic with soup, sledding and cupcakes with a few friends. We explored the snowy forest and found
an amazing tree fort tucked away…we listened to chickadees and redpolls, and
threw snowballs, and took sledrides through Creamer’s Field, one of Mom’s
favorite places in the Interior. Daddy came up for the weekend, and it was a perfect, lovely celebration. Happy birthday, Finn. I love you.
