Luke, you are kind and full of love. I see it so clearly in the impromptu hugs you tackle your little brother with or the tiny purple flowers you pick for your sweet little friend as you part ways at the playground. The way you hug me so tight and tell me “you’re my best mommy in my whole, whole world” or the way your eyes light up when you see your daddy drive up from work. Your excitement shows each night we Skype with your grandparents.
I delight in how you are so precise with your every single move. The way you line up your Matchbox cars along the window sill. How you run your “operating room” and have dad or I lay on the floor while you prepare for surgery as you handle each of your instruments one by one; concluding care with a rub on our foreheads as you tell us we’re “actually” going to be just fine. How it is so rare that you get messy from a cupcake or a popsicle like most preschoolers can’t avoid. You just take care.
You speak so well and your curiosity to learn encourages me to challenge you. You point out punctuation and question everything. You wonder. You use your e-maj-uh-nay-shun. With your innocent big smile, you aren’t shy to shout out a “hi” to everyone. You miss your doggie Bailey; you love your doggie Yukon; and you wouldn’t miss a night without your doggie, whose only name-at almost three years old himself- is doggie.
I love you more than all of the fish in the sea.
You mean the whole world to me.
I love you, Luke. Oh yes, I do.
I love you.
I love you.
(I’ve been singing this song to him since he was just a few days old. Yes, I’m fully aware I am not a lyricist. I do what works, people. But I am proud that I came up with something and it stuck…and put him to sleep many-a-night.)