a letter to my Ezra

Dearest Ez,

At two you're such a big boy! You talk better than most kids your age and even some older. You are content and play well by yourself (at the beach last week you entertained yourself with a shovel and tennis ball for over an hour) but also with others. Daddy commented just tonight on how refreshing you are for your bothers (and us too). You come into their sometimes stormy attitudes and bring a joy and playfulness that always brightens their moods. And, you love Oscar so much. It is my joy as your mama to see you swoon over him. Your love for him is so pure and beautiful (how many times will he hear "I love him!" from you?). I never in my wildest dreams would've imagined you being such a sweet big brother! You are brave and crazy, always doing what the brothers do and believing without a shadow of a doubt that you can do it too. You're also bossy for a third born! You're strong and in very good command of your body, especially for a boy your age. You can dribble a ball and walk (or hold a conversation), kick a soccer ball the length of a field, bounce a tennis ball on a racquet & drop kick balls. You make us laugh daily with things that you say and "the look." You have humongous hands and feet that I'm sure will be bigger than mine in no time. You still want me to lay with you at nap time and most nights to go to sleep. Every night you kiss my face at least a hundred times (and I secretly tuck them away in my mind, each one of them) and I sing Happy Birthday.

Ez, you're such a joy. My prayer over you has been and still is that the joy of the Lord would be your strength and I see His faithfulness in that daily. You add so much light and laughter to our family. Little buddy, keep growing big and strong. You're a prince!