My Nicholas Story, Part 1
My little bug…My Nicky. You are so uniquely you…you make me laugh every single day, so many many times. There is a special kind of joy in my life simply from seeing your face first thing in the morning with your sleepy eyes all the way up to kissing your cheek as I tuck you into bed at night. The way you talk, the funny things you say, the unbelievable wit and comedy you display that is so funnily surprising coming from such a little guy, you are so pleasingly “Nicky”.
Today you are 2 years, 11 months, and 10 days old. When I think of you turning three in just 21 short days, my heart hurts just a bit too much. You were such an unexpected and lovely surprise to me. I couldn’t wait to see what you’d look like, how big you’d be, how well you’d sleep, eat, play…I already knew how well you’d fit into my arms and my heart. You came along and were so fragile and sick…I thought I knew how to pray until then. I sure do now. As ear-piercing as your screams can be as a frustrated little guy, I’m glad to hear them, because they tell me you are a whole, healed, healthy boy, and that is the sound of pure joy.
I know you’re in a sticky spot…a middle child stuck between a big brother who needs some extra attention and a little sister who is the princess after two big brothers…but rest assured, my little one, you are never lost or forgotten to me. I am always thinking of you, with your inviting eyes, and your dimple…I’m always wanting to hold your chubby little hands…I’m always looking for my next Nicky kiss. Nothing tops the way you walk up to me carrying your silky, and look into my eyes…and then just smile at me.
You are a busy boy…and you have so very much to do while you’re growing up. I know all too soon you’ll be a big tough guy, borrowing the car, putting on too much cologne (just like your daddy) trying to impress the girls. But what you don’t know, and I do, is that they’ll already be unable to resist your charms. Those eyes of yours, that killer smile, your intoxicating laugh. I see a light in you that will draw people to you, of all kinds, because you embody warmth and light and love.
For now, though, you are my little bug. I’ll keep stealing kisses and snuggles as long as you’ll let me, and I’ll probably hug you a tiny bit longer than you want me to…for likely your whole life.
There is no one like you, my Nicky. And I am SO blessed to have been your buddy through the sweet, innocent years of your life.
Today you are 2 years, 11 months, and 10 days old. When I think of you turning three in just 21 short days, my heart hurts just a bit too much. You were such an unexpected and lovely surprise to me. I couldn’t wait to see what you’d look like, how big you’d be, how well you’d sleep, eat, play…I already knew how well you’d fit into my arms and my heart. You came along and were so fragile and sick…I thought I knew how to pray until then. I sure do now. As ear-piercing as your screams can be as a frustrated little guy, I’m glad to hear them, because they tell me you are a whole, healed, healthy boy, and that is the sound of pure joy.
I know you’re in a sticky spot…a middle child stuck between a big brother who needs some extra attention and a little sister who is the princess after two big brothers…but rest assured, my little one, you are never lost or forgotten to me. I am always thinking of you, with your inviting eyes, and your dimple…I’m always wanting to hold your chubby little hands…I’m always looking for my next Nicky kiss. Nothing tops the way you walk up to me carrying your silky, and look into my eyes…and then just smile at me.
You are a busy boy…and you have so very much to do while you’re growing up. I know all too soon you’ll be a big tough guy, borrowing the car, putting on too much cologne (just like your daddy) trying to impress the girls. But what you don’t know, and I do, is that they’ll already be unable to resist your charms. Those eyes of yours, that killer smile, your intoxicating laugh. I see a light in you that will draw people to you, of all kinds, because you embody warmth and light and love.
For now, though, you are my little bug. I’ll keep stealing kisses and snuggles as long as you’ll let me, and I’ll probably hug you a tiny bit longer than you want me to…for likely your whole life.
There is no one like you, my Nicky. And I am SO blessed to have been your buddy through the sweet, innocent years of your life.
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