Two years…two years today. Just a few hours short of hearing, “Peyton is born.” What a day that was.
I was born to have grandbabies. I don’t know how good of a mother I was, but I know I am one damn fine Meme. I love babies and grandbabies that are mine, are loved until my heart feels like it will burst.
I got to love Kaylie all by herself for 7 years and it has been only joy and love when I think of her. She is a lovely girl and I can only see her becoming a wonderful young woman in time.
Then, it is Peyton’s turn to come into our lives. He was strong from minute one and was ready to take on the world. I remember the first time I saw him. Victor was holding him and I gasped, trying to hold back the tears. I don’t know why I tried holding back tears. They were joyful tears…all the worry and wait was over. I could see his little face and I loved him already!
Yesterday, we celebrated his birthday at my house. We had a little cook out and my brother, his wife and mom took the very long trip over here. We had the balloons “sissy” (Kaylie) had blown up all morning and tied all over the place. We bubbles, toys, food and plenty of laughs to fill the back yard.
It was a lot of work, but it was all worth it.
Two years ago, Peyton couldn’t do much of anything except sleep and look beautiful. A few months later, he was crawling…then walking and here at two, he is chatting like a magpie. He repeats everything or gives it a fair shot. He shouts “slug bug” for no reason…in his high chair or in a car, it doesn’t matter. I think he just likes the sound of his voice and the words.
He is amazed at bugs, rocks and wiggles all over the place when he sees someone he loves walk in a room. He is happy to toss food from his high chair and try and convince you it was a sorriful accident by adding..”oh oh.” He can be made to eat anything by telling him NOT to take a big bite, then laughs at his defiance. He giggles when you tickle him and it can only make you laugh back at the sheer delight in his voice. He shares his cake with you, his kisses, his toys and will offer you a booger if he feel like you need one. He is all boy.
He wears Carhartt clothing, cammo baseball hats and romeo slippers. He looks good in flannel shirts and is now wearing Elmo underpants in hopes of learning to go potty BEFORE you get them wet.
He is smart, clever and knows he is funny. He makes me laugh just looking at him. His eyes are nearly black brown and they sparkle like Root Beer. He can dance, he can even sing Happy birthday. He loves his blue bankie and his binkie…and his Meme and Papa. He has it all.
Here is my boy…Happy Birthday, my darling Peyton.
