The Lost Post that was Not Posted Until Now.

Dear Peep, 
I started this post two months ago.  I was so consumed with love for you when writing it I couldn't finish it.  I have yet to post of the things I mention below...time whittles on whether or not I get around to a post.  When I miss getting up big ones I feel down as f I am failing the record.   Perhaps a few sappy posts about absolutely nothing are important too.
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I want to make posts tonight of events and experiences that you've had lately, like our Foldenauer family reunion, Ariya Rose (Jim and Nissy's baby girl! born a couple of months ago), the county and state fairs, going swimming at the reservoir with Lily and Brook, not to mention that I have yet to finish documenting our St. Louis trip nor have I completed my alphabet posts.....but alas, tonight I won't take care of any of those posts because I have other things on my mind.  

The couple of weeks before the summer cools down and fall colors itself in I always feel nostalgic.  This year I am thinking of how the coming of September marks the halfway mark that we get to spend our days together in their entirety.  Don't get me wrong, this is not a tally to freedom but a tally of the inevitable, kindergarten.  Perhaps you have forgotten the YEARS (7.5) that we waited and dreamed of you being with us...I mean we practically conjured a child into fruition with our extensive imaginative stories of "when we have a little Henry he will do this and we will be all like that and then we will..."  The magnitude of the trust and the choice by your birth parents for Daddy and I to be your parents is never far from my soul, coupled with the years of wait and wonder, every day is a present and a reminder that someday you will be grown up and living your own life.  These sweet first years before expectations, self consciousness and life have yet to murky your view of your parents and yourself are swiftly ticking by.  Tonight I was working to calm you before bedtime and we made our way to youtube to listen to some soothing lullabies.  

The last month or so your sweetness and need for me have intensified.  You've become gentle and more expressive about your love for Mommy and Daddy.  Tonight I was overwhelmed.  It started with the first video we watched.  A pretty rendition of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star set to a video of an owl that flies high into the night to meet a star, as they meet they gaze at each other and reach out to touch the other's hand.  In turn, you reached out to touch my hand.

  Your eyes rolled back as El Condor Pasa played and your once little body has inflated and filled my lap completely now, with poking elbows and drooling mouth.  Where did all that bone and muscle come from?  It really is as if each new turn I loose you only to get the opportunity to know another little boy that stretches out your skin, is funnier than the last, and thoughtful.  I mentioned before there are a pile of Henry's in my heart.  It's true.  There is baby Henry that peed all down my shirt after his first bath, strong baby that pushed the bowling pin (5 weeks)  

over with his head over and over again, one year old Henry walking and talking(10 months), and 2 and a half year old Henry that talks, sings and devours books.  I love them all, though one does not follow the other as time marches on.  So today I will savor the simple fun we had walking to the IU student Union to play pinball and air hockey, eating popcorn samples, hiding out in the old phone booths eating frozen yogurt with rainbow sprinkles and when finished you asked me to fly you through the building as fast as I could.  I am pretty sure most of that Henry will be gone by 13, but the love we are building and the spirit of fun and happiness will only grow. 
Love,
Mama