I saw this idea on another photographer’s website. I like it. So naturally…I stole the idea and am making it my own.
I keep saying I’m going to start a journal for each of my kids, or at least one that they can all share once they are older and I’m gone. That day has never come. So while I procrastinate on that item on my checklist, I figure I can at least do a little something every-now-and-then to document where they are…right now…in their precious little lives.
So here begins my documenting the joys of my beautiful, cherished little loves.
kylie….my first love. my only girl.
you are 14 going on 21.
you’ve got a lot of life figured out. or at least you think you do. one day you’ll look back and say “MOM. I totally get it now. I know now why you kept on me at that!” and the reason I know you’ll do that is because I did it too.
you’re a FRESHMAN. how’d that happen?
you just walked homecoming court and i can’t even begin to describe the “proud mommy moment” I had.
and then you stole my jacket.
you love really blonde hair with either black or pink streaks. being the rebel that you are. and of course, aunt christi always obliges.
you ARE boy crazy. I don’t care what you say. but what girl your age isn’t? i only pray and hope you’ll always remember what i’ve taught (drilled in) you. no boy can make you feel the way the Lord God in Heaven can. find love in Him and you’ll know true love.
i love that you love sushi and we have our private little dinners together.
you are an excellent student and make really good grades. we’ll say you got that from me!
you keep saying you are going to own a bakery in England…or be a veteranarian but you don’t want to go to school that long. maybe you’ll decide to stay home and live with me forever?
i love your beautiful sparkly hazel eyes and the fact that you always tell me that you love mine.
i love your new-found valley girl accent though it really drives me crazy!
i love how you put your heart into your friends.
i love how you love vampires and werewolves with me.
i don’t love that you are growing up so fast.
but i love the young lady you’ve become.
you have changed me.
you’ll always be my little kylie-bug.
tyler…the big brother.
right now you are 10.
you are quiet with a quick, sneaky little side. you little booger!
you love phineus and ferb and because of you, i know every word to the theme song by heart.
you’d sit and watch tv or play video games for 24 hours straight if we’d let you.
you love to pester your brother, but what older brother doesn’t. sure. i have to get on to you time and again, but he loves you for the attention you give him.
you are in fifth grade and will go to middle school next year. somehow that’s hard to believe.
you are smart. very smart. without even really trying. we’ll say you get that from your daddy.
you love mac ‘n cheese from Outback. chicken nuggets from anywhere. tomatoes, pickles and cucumbers with LOTS of salt. we really should feed you better.
i love your freckles.
i love your cheesy grin and how you try to force a smile back when you know i’m right.
i love to watch you play sports. you are fierce and i know you are you destined to be a really great athlete.
you lost another tooth the other day. kinda grossed me out. but you just yanked it out…maybe you’ll be a dentist.
the jury is still out on what you’ll be when you grow up. good thing you have lots of time to decide.
i love how easy going you are.
i love how you talk to me about pokemon like i have a CLUE what you are talking about!
you’ll always be my tyler-T.
lukas…my little fireball.
you are 4 with the energy of 44 4 year olds!
you are so full of life and excitement every minute of every day.
you are you. every ounce of you is your own little personality. you’ll never be held back.
you love anything firetrucks.
you want to be a fireman when you grow up. there’s no doubt in my mind that your dream will come true.
i love the way you say “TH-REEEEE” now.
you started preschool just a few months ago. and wow, what a difference that has made.
you got a new “chee-chain” from daddy the other day with your very own house key. the joy that has brought to you couldn’t be replaced by 1,000 Christmas presents!
you whine. a lot. sorry kid, but its true. good thing you say really funny stuff.
you told me the other day you were going to drive “85″ to work every day to the fire station when you get bigger.
you know every road in this area i believe. how to get to maw’s, to gigi’s, home, mommy’s work, church. everywhere.
i love your kisses. even when you lick me with your tongue. disgusting little kid.
i love how you always have to pee after you go to bed, say your prayers, and get tucked in for the 5th time.
i love your blue eyes and wild spirit inside of them.
you are always such a good boy about trying new foods. you had green peas last night and told me you “wike” them but you just don’t think you’ll have anymore tonight.
you repeat everything. a hundred times. and then again.
you’ve tested me like none of the other kids. you are changing me. i prayed for patience and i got you.
you were so excited to become a big brother this past December. its almost been a year and i’m happy to say that your baby brother is still alive.
he’ll come back for you one day. mark my words.
i love you lukie-poo.
jasper…sweet little baby jasper.
you are 10 months old this Sunday.
i thought you’d be a girl. your daddy was just insistent upon the idea. but here you are.
you are the last in line. maybe just for now. maybe for good. but right now you are the “baby”.
you are such a giggly, happy little guy.
you can say “ma ma” and “da da”
i love the way you throw your head back, close your eyes and grin, that big toofy grin.
you have two bottom teeth.
you crawl, stand, pull up, chase, and everything else but walk. but why walk when mommy can just pick you up. right?
you love to eat. you much prefer to feed yourself now.
you do love mommy milk…although you are making me worry that maybe you won’t nurse too much longer.
i love the way you cuddle and lay your head on my shoulder.
you love your gigi and doc. maw and paw.
you recognize everyone’s faces and know your name.
your brother calls you “Japper”
i love to play peekaboo with you and you love to giggle in sheer delight when I disappear behind the fridge door.
i love to spike your hair into a mohawk after you take a bath. and the little curls in the back once it dries.
you are starting to not like taking a bath and hate getting your face wet. although you love when I start running the water and squeal at me.
i love your fat feet. your chubby legs. your ticklish belly. the way you smell.
you are a good baby. most nights you sleep through the night…sometimes you’ll wake to nurse. but you are such an easy baby.
you might be my last. how do I not want to wrap you up and keep you tiny forever?
i love your nose and how you’ll touch it to mine and grin.
i can’t wait to see who you become and what you’ll look like. but can’t you stay little for a while longer?
i love you jappy.
I’ve cried over you each of you. Prayed over every one of you. Laughed with all of you. You are my joy. I don’t want to ever forget these moments.
I LOVE YOU.
Amanda Eller Photography | Salisbury NC Photographer
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