To my sweetest Teddy Bear,
On May Day, you turned 4! You are still my little baby, as you like to remind me often as you curl up in my comfy lap. I remember like it was yesterday, holding your beautiful, tiny, body in my arms on the day you were born, how I watched your face and thought, ‘Oh my… I have another beautiful baby!’ But, your assurances aside, it’s hard to deny that my little boy is not really a baby anymore. You have shot up, my darling… you will be tall like your dad and sister. Tall and beautiful.
You have had a very full year. You started school and fell utterly in love with ‘Miss Lawwa’ (Miss Laura). You learned to talk, to sing, to help us through our dinnertime blessing. Until now, you have let your feelings and desires be known through very expressive grunts and gestures… I often had to ask Kitty what you wanted and she would always know. But it seems that within a few months, your vocabulary has exploded and we are delighting in getting to know the super sweet workings of your mind.
We traveled to South Africa for Christmas and you had a wonderful holiday with our whole, huge, family. You and Finley, your cousin, were the funniest… love/hate to the extreme. I have a memory that makes me laugh out loud every time I think of it. The two of you are attacking each other, as you often did, and I am shouting… ‘NO BITING, Finley!’ To which Ali, my brother, shouts at me, ‘He’s half Teddy’s size, yes he can bite!’ To which we escalate into a serious sibling row over whether biting is, is not, allowed. Only for Granny to tell us that we are being pathetic as ‘LOOK! They are happily jumping on the trampoline together now, holding hands!’
You love dragons… their sharp teeth and sharp claws. You walk around breathing fire and if I ever want you to eat something, I say that it’s dragon food.
You LOVE LOVE bugs. You are afraid of nothing (except spiders, a little, and that’s from the frightening stories I have told you in the hopes of keeping you from collecting Black Widows that live in the garden) You love to turn over stumps to find Rolly Pollys. You catch grasshoppers. You are known as the Snail Boy at school from all the snails you collect for the children and teachers. You are a catcher of lizards… you have caught 5 and we go to El Dorado Park on ‘lizard catching expeditions’. At last you don’t cry when we come to the end of our walk and I tell you that your lizard has to go home to his mom. You have an ant farm, a bug park, a slug bucket. Where Kitty was entranced with fairies, you are in love with bugs.
You are the apple of your dad’s eye, your sisters favorite friend and your moms darling… you sure are loved, my little one. I know that each day with you is a gift and I thank you for all the love, laughs and memories you have given us. I look forward to all the fun times we will share. I love you with my everything.