You’re a sweet toddler now and I am pretty sure you won’t remember any of these moments, but gosh they are going to be my most cherished memories.

Your smiles. Your giggles. Your free spirit. Everything about our time together leading up to now has been the most precious times. I am not sure that you will ever truly know how you have changed my life. Everything shifted when you were born. All four pounds and nine ounces of you stole my heart away the moment I heard you cry for the first time. That’s when I knew everything in my whole world was going to be different.

It’s strange though, because as I am cherishing each moment as you’re growing older and bigger, I just enjoy it more and more. Being your mommy is the absolute best and I couldn’t be more grateful that God chose me to be yours.

I have been wanting to write this for a while now and it’s one of those things that just eats away at my heart and make my stomach turn. I can’t handle how fast the time is flying by and I am not even sure where it is going anymore.

The greatest gift that our family ever gave me was to be able to stay at home with you. I have learned more about myself being with you than I ever have in my life. I am a better person for being your mommy and I will be forever grateful for that.

Each milestone has been nothing short of amazing. Sometimes I find myself just sitting and staring in awe of all you know and can do. It’s truly amazing how much you have grown over the past two-and-a-half years. Each and every day is a new adventure. You’re saying or doing something new and it never ceases to amaze me.

Watching you enjoy some of my favorite pastimes melts my heart. Your love for Disney makes me smile. Our mommy-and-me classes bring me so much joy and it pains me to know those are slowly fading as you near three and will start preschool in the fall where so many new adventures await you. You are so social and love your friends and I know you will be just fine. You’re so determined to be independent and do things on your own and I know you’re only two-and-a-half so you still need me and I am flocking to your every need while giving you just enough space.

I love our lazy mornings when we can stay in our pajamas til noon and watch your favorite shows and you even let me sneak in a snuggle every once in a while. I love our adventures when we go for a car ride even if it’s just to keep us from going stir crazy for a little bit. Your laugh is contagious and I love your spirit. You have taught me to live more freely and to be my most authentic self.

You have a brother now and I know things will be different once he is home from the NICU. I am going to have to share my attention. My love for you has not gotten smaller, but the love that I have for both of my boys has multiplied immensely. I know you are going to love him so much and that you are going to be the most amazing brother that he could ever hope for. I am so excited for the new moments and adventures that await us all as a family of four.

There is just something so precious about being able to be at home with your firstborn as a new mom. It’s difficult to describe, but it’s just so special and I want you to know that even though you will probably not remember these moments that we had that were just us two, they have been some of my most cherished memories.

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Ali Zabel

Ali Zabel is The Balanced MomBoss helping moms to turn their passions into profitable businesses so they can work from home and spend more quality time with their families. She lives in Ohio with her husband, Andy, 2 year old Son, Ashton and newborn Son, Aiden. They love taking magical family vacations to Disney!

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