I love him now, and always
Because babies don't climb up the playground arch ladder and go down the slide by themselves. They don't accidentally drop something, then pick it up and throw it away. They can't tell that their big brother is coming after them to steal their toy, so they flee and actually outrun him. All of which my Junebug does.
It's a little sad to say goodbye to my
Moms are supposed to be pained at just the thought.
But I love who the Junebug is now, today on his second birthday, and I'm hopeful for the person he will grow to be.
I love that he is a talker ("I see a bee, Mom!" "I hear a bird." "I found a bug." "I caught it." "I did it!"), even if I am one of few people who can understand him.
I love that different people at different times have called him "Mr. Handsome." It's his nickname.
(Even Mickey and Minnie themselves were impressed when the Junebug got to meet them in person at 18 months old and said, "Mickey Mouse!")