โž‘ย ๐— ๐—ข๐—ก๐—ง๐—›๐—ฆ!

โซธย ๐•‹๐• ๐•กย ๐•‹๐•–๐•Ÿย ๐•‹๐•š๐••๐•“๐•š๐•ฅ๐•คย โซท

โž™ 17 pounds 5 ounces

โž™ 27.5 inches long

โž™ only sits still for Mickey Mouse Clubhouse

โž™ rather nibble on own feet vs. dinner 

โž™ โ€œMr. Crazy Squawky Pantsโ€

โž™ hits fists on mouth to make funny sounds

โž™ huge fan of peanut butter 

โž™ loves when Mama sings โ€˜Open-Shut Themโ€™

โž™ย highly offended if binky is offeredย ย 

โž™ย obsessed with banana puffs

โซธย ๐•„๐•’๐•ž๐•’โ€™๐•คย ๐•„๐• ๐•ค๐•ฅย ๐•„๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•–๐•๐• ๐•ฆ๐•คย ๐•„๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅย โซท

After a little wrestling, I clipped you in the โ€œbig-boy seatโ€ of our stroller. You do not like the idea of being confined, yet Mama has a way of convincing you to relax and enjoy the ride… all your frustrations quickly dissipated after tucking a blanket around your sides, popping a banana puff in your mouth, and placing the bumpy dino-teether within your grip. Itโ€™s always a good sign when the bottom of your heels begin to clink together with excitement… 

…and away we went! 

It was the first nice weather day of the year; your big sis was in school, and Daddy was sleeping from night shift. You, my little 8-month baby, have the ability to make as much noise as a whole football stadium of fans in an overtime game. We call them โ€œsquawksโ€, but honestly, theyโ€™re more like long drawn-out bellows that also have the ability to reach decibels I didnโ€™t even know existed. Sometimes Iโ€™ll catch myself instinctively trying to coax you into softening your tone; I press my nose against your drooly cheek and whisper sweet gentle sounds into your ear, but you, Arthur, are definitely not one to be easily persuaded. You whip your head around, look me directly in the eyes as if Iโ€™ve insulted you and then let out the biggest: โ€œAHHH-GAHHHH!โ€. Needless to say, being outside after a long dark winter felt absolutely โ€˜freeingโ€™, for us both. Your voice didnโ€™t have to bounce off our walls any longer, but instead it beautifully echoed within the trees.ย 

The birds were matching your volume. The wind still carrying winterโ€™s chill. The hot sun landed itโ€™s rays on the top of my head like a warm hug. As we continued walking down the bike path, I closed my eyes and deeply inhaled some of that heavenly atmosphere. Just then, a few tears began to leak out of the corners of my eyes; it was as if I was already internally overflowing, and that fresh breath of air actually expelled what needed to come out. Thereโ€™s something about nature that makes me feel so close to your brother, Theodore. Maybe itโ€™s existing around everything thatโ€™s completely untouched by man? Maybe itโ€™s not being contained by four walls and having the ability to fully interact with the unknown? …or maybe itโ€™s the opportunity to simply connect with our โ€œinner-childโ€; becoming โ€˜loudโ€™ with our feelings, and having no fear of judgement from the birds and the bugs…ย ย yep… โ€œAHHHHHHH!โ€ – this time, it was me who belted it out, straight up to the heavens with no barriers in-between… you paused, and looked up at your goofy Mama with a huge smile of approval. I love you, Arthur.ย 

โค๏ธAlexandria

… join me by #FallingRightSideUp ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿผ

when life gets turned upside down๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿผ

2 thoughts on “โž‘ย ๐— ๐—ข๐—ก๐—ง๐—›๐—ฆ!

  1. Beautifully stated, Alexandria. You are so transparent in your heart-felt honesty about the joy in the grieving. You are ministering to so many, and hopefully are encouraged yourself. ๐Ÿฅฐ

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