Dear Luke,

You are now 2 years and 2 days old. I haven't written to you in a while, and today I am really sad that I didn't write you this whole year. Although I was planning on writing you this letter, I was more inspired to do so today. A couple weeks ago, a tragedy hit my small home town of Heber. A car accident killed a few members of a well-known and well-loved family in the community, one of them being an almost 2 year old. Not even as big as you, yet. Immediately, I found her parents' blog, (I know members of the family, and know OF the little girls' dad, but not personally) and I couldn't help but cry reading her monthly letters to her little girl. She was doing the same things you do. Saying the same words and throwing the same tantrums. Seeing her precious pictures made me think of my own sweet baby boy. How blessed I felt to be able to still hold you and kiss you. I even had trouble sleeping for a while because of the anxiety I felt if I lost you. Now, 3 weeks later, you had a birthday and I have thought a lot the past two days about the little things in our life that make me love you even more.

I love your cute little voice that seems to have an expanding vocabulary every day. You can repeat almost anything we ask you to, (which isn't always good because daddy thinks he's funny having you repeat some words I won't state here....). You have the sweetest heart and are so concerned if you think anything is wrong with me, or anyone else. Although you are a complete terror and your favorite thing to do is tear through your toys (or anything really) as if you are the Tazmanian Devil, you still find time to cuddle and sing, "I Am a Child of God" with me.

You change so much every day, and I can't keep up with it unless I write you letters. So I'm going to try to do this again. Because I want to cherish every. single. moment. I have with you. Even the peanut-butter-in-your hair and spilled juice moments. I want to remember the cute things you say and the cute sounds you make when you're excited.

You are still our world. You light up our lives. And you make me happier than I ever thought  a tiny thing could make me! I can't believe you are 2 whole years old! It still feels like I should be strapping you into your baby swing or crawling around on the floor with you. But instead I'm chasing you around full speed and begging you to slow down so I can kiss you. I love you little man. Until next month when I write you again, remember that!


Love, Mom