to Davyn:
Friday, February 2, 2007 at 11:07AM 
One day into 2. I look back to turn & turn, craning to see where the time has gone. Two years; 731 days; 17544 hours old. Can that possibly be right? Our first day together is still vivid. You filled my heart. Completely alert, you focused on me, soothing a frantic-prone mother like some magic pill that quickly made me an addict. We spent hours cuddled in “stare”. From that first day you have served as the needed “calmer” to my heart. A peaceful “calmer” to our home.
Each morning you still climb into my bed to “stare” and give the addict her dose of D. It takes me back to our hospital-bound days when nothing else existed but the “us”. We look at each other, rub noses, give butterfly kisses, laugh & tease. Chubby hands caress my cheeks, and sometimes they reach to give the incomparable gift of tiny arms around the neck. How I wish I could freeze those moments to be relived in future days.
Your gentleness is a rarity among toddlers. Or perhaps it only shocks me because my first baby was everything fast & furious. You read books without ripping, touch babies without pulling, prod bugs without squishing. And you softly pat backs as you hug.
We milestoned this week by moving you into a big boy bed in Aidan’s room. Goodbye crib...but you couldn’t be bothered to look back for a farewell wave. You are thrilled, and have even been napping in there like a champ. It’s fun, but kind of Ouch. Every step away from “Baby D” is slightly painful excitement. I suppose we’ll have to drop that nickname soon... Aidan has luckily created a litany of others, from Rini-bop to DB the Hut.
Speaking of A, he Loves you. He watches out for you. He once thought you were standing too close to an elevator door, and let out a full-panicked scream as he pulled you away from perceived danger. Last night when we left your pacifier at Grandma’s house, he started crying, “What will D do without his favorite fire? (which is actually Jake’s fire left from weeks ago, Shan!)”
Of course, the two of you have the inevitable “brother moments” as well – fighting, punching, wrestling, kicking… sometimes in jest, others in full-throttle desire to destroy. I wonder how this relationship will evolve. I see you looking to each other so often now, for play, for approval, for laughs, for comfort. I dearly hope that this continues, but the hiccups are inevitable, I suppose.
Your other biggest fan is Dad. You were such a mama’s baby that I’ve now been stung a few times by your obvious “big boy” preference for Dad. Dad delights in your *charm*…we all do.
I can hardly go out without stranger comments on “that cute boy”. I do think you’re cute…but the “boy” part has been hard. I never realized the beyond baby would arrive so quickly, and no one warned me to brace for the impact. Please help me arrive at the reality slowly by continuing to baby Me in our morning ritual. I won’t request forever (imagine a 10-year-old boy giving his mom butterfly kisses!), but a few more years would surely satisfy this “Baby D” addict. I love you and I love you.
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Happy Birthday Davyn!
We wish we could have been there for the birthday, it's so hard to miss out on so much living this far away. Happy Birthday D!