Eli you have taken me on a ride that I could never have predicted.
From the moment my stomach turned in the seafood isle at the grocery store – alerting me to the fact that I was indeed pregnant – you have been a surprise.
Your conception and birth healed me in a way I didn’t know I needed. Bringing you home just hours after your gentle arrival felt like a dream.
Then you woke up…and you have basically been awake ever since.
No really – you tested my patience and instincts from the get go. I’m pretty sure you were 7 months old before I ate dinner while it was hot. You screamed for two hours when I left you with your loving Bubba and you refused to get with “the program” that your older brother had so easily obeyed as a babe.
But it’s ok. Because through it all your smile, cuddles, blue eyes, and obvious love for us made up for every frustrating moment.
Today you are tenacious and curious – often refusing no as an answer. Your are also soft and sweet and always looking for a snuggle and lately a big open mouthed kiss.
You adore Arjen even though you drive each other absolutely crazy. My guess is that this won’t change much over the years.
I look forward to knowing the child, boy, and man God has in mind for you to be. And Dad and I will do our best to nurture and encourage you every step along the way.
Happy Birthday Eli.