"A present from you -- strawberry letter 22" ~ Shuggie Otis
Hello, my love. It's your mama again. I know I've been complaining a lot lately about how challenging you are, and I realize I'm not shedding the best light on my baby. You see, I come here to vent and write through the tough times. But really, you give me the best of times. 22 months of beautiful memories and more made every day. I can't tell you how grateful I am. Just look at how you radiate warmth, shooting sparklers from your denim blue eyes. You have always been my sunshine baby, and you always will be. Even though you are becoming more of a little boy and less of a baby with every passing minute.
Your vocabulary expands with your ever-lengthening body. Less baby chub and more words. As the holidays quickly approach, I'm excited to hear what festive words you will embrace. You already call out to the mini "punks" on our table -- AKA pumpkins. You still love to play chase and hide and seek, and when your chaser is nowhere to be found, you throw out your hands and ask, "Go?" Your daddy calls you the master of the one syllable sentence. But I know it won't be long until full-fledged sentences come spewing out like today's drool and we can't get you to shut that toothy mouth of yours.
I can't help thinking that in only 2 more months you will be 2 years old. My heart hurts just a little to say bye-bye to your babyhood. But I'm also so excited to watch you grow and learn. To help you grow out of your aggression. To watch you make friends. To hear you find your voice. But for now, I promise to be more patient with you.
When you're not beating me to a bloody pulp, you are my sweet boy. The other night we cuddled and watched some of Fried Green Tomatoes together -- a movie I used to watch with your Gram (my Mamasay). She passed on her love of literature and movies set in the South to me. Maybe I'm passing that on to you, too. You called out "choo choo" when the train went by the Whistle Stop Cafe. I melted and inhaled your sourdough smell. In the moment and loving it.
Quincy, it's your 22 month day (well, yesterday actually, but later is sometimes greater). Happy 22 months, Quincy!