Sometimes, I wonder if you know how much I love you, because a lot of the time, I don't think I even know how deep my love is.
Truth be told, if, before I had you, I had to pick a baby off the shelf I admit I would probably have picked quiet, fat and placid. But what I got was so much better. So I am writing to say thank you for the chaos.
Your independence is awe-inspiring. Your focus and determiniation is second to none. The amount of energy you have on quiet days could meet the renewable energy targets in the new Climate Change bill (though, I hasten to add it would in no way be classed as 'clean' energy).
No matter what I may say at the time, when you use my fabric as a blanket to play sleep just when I am cutting a pattern, I think its quite funny. Every time you you SO politely say "'scuse me" as you push me out of your way, I chuckle just a little bit. Exasperation mixes with pure wonder at how quickly you can make a mess and take off your clothes...sometimes at the same time.
But you never tolerated that side of me. Your incandescence blinded me to the mental images of what ifs and who saids. I live more in every moment that I have with you than I ever lived before. Everyday, you teach me a new lesson in letting go, in patience, in love, in limits, in joy and sometimes in frustration.
And so, I am grateful I didn't get that quiet, peaceful baby. I can not thank you enough for arriving in my life with such a bang and then continuing as you started.
I love you. I love you. I love you.