3 years ago on this day, at this time, my contractions had just begun. I was excited and nervous, feeling like everything was different and yet the same as when I went through it with Victor. I had a million thoughts running through my head, but none of them prepared me for the wondrous little boy that greeted me at the end of my labor. I love that he has been a surprise a minute since the second he was born.
I love Oscar's energy. It's exhausting, sometimes frustrating, but absolutely amazing and entertaining to be around.
I love Oscar's perspective. He sees things in such a funny and creative way sometimes, and has begun to be very descriptive.
I love Oscar's language. He says the funniest things, even to the point of cracking himself and everyone around him up.
I love the way Oscar says his brother's name-Wictah-and always at the top of his lungs!
I love that Oscar loves his brother more than anyone else, more than his toys or movies, more than his friends.
I love that even though they are three years apart, Wictah and Os are the best of friends (most of the time).
I love Oscar's facial expressions. He is a clown. He is adorable. And he knows it. You can always tell when he's up to no good. His sly little grin and furrowed brows give him away every time. He has such an expressive face for such a little guy.
I love that Oscar is, unabashedly and unapologetically, his own person. His personality is strong and unique. I know, without a doubt or reservation, that I will never have to worry about him losing himself to someone else's ideas. That boy has known he was the boss since he took his first breath.
I love that where other kids his age are timid, shy, and afraid of the world, Oscar is bold, brave, and confident in his position on this rock.
I love, that in the quiet moments, when it's just Oscar and I, I can see the man he will become, and I am already proud of him.
I love, that even though he is a monster much of the time, Oscar is still my baby, my little boy, looking to cuddle in the middle of the night, when he's feeling tired, or just feeling like some quiet time.
I love that I am his safe place, his soft place to land, his comfort.
Mostly, I love my Oscar.
These guns should be illegal.
Dance of the Sugar Plum Oscar
All he wants for Christmas is his neck!
Happy birthday, my littlest love! Thank you for three of the most fun filled and exciting years I've ever known. You never cease to amaze or entertain. :)
All my love,
Mama
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