although we are one month away from my sweet youngest turning the big 2, he is living up to the age already. i love that little guy to pieces. he has a big personality that i wouldn't change for anything. he's a momma's boy, and yep, i love it. he loves his dadda, and his "bubby" is his best friend. *wikipedia defines "bubby" as brother* he's just straight cute. he's also a h-a-n-d-f-u-l. there have been a few days where i was sure he was going to put me in a place with padded walls and no shoe strings. i know they say that every child is different; but i think once your second comes along, you can't help but somewhat compare to the first. daniel had his moments, but nothing like E. i know, know, know there is a lesson in this stage of life. patience is definitely one of the lessons. breathing when what you want to really do is spit fire is another lesson. i'm learning. slowly, but surely, i'm learning.
while crying out to one of my dearest friends (who is also like a mom to me,) she poured out this priceless advice to me-
