To My Favorite Child

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To my favorite child, Lily:
I love you the most. You introduced me to the world of motherhood and made us a family. I love how genuinely kind and sweet you are. I love how you consider any alone time with me now a special date, even if we just go to the market. I love how nurturing and compassionate you are to animals and people, alike. I love watching you draw and the pride you take in your art. I love how you hug like you’re never going to let go. I love how thoughtful you are, always. I love your tan lines and the tiny birthmark on your cheek. I love hearing from teachers and neighbors how wonderful you are, even though I already know. I love talking to you on the phone, on the rare occasion when I’m not at home. I love reading the little notes you leave around the house and hearing you read to your brothers. You are my absolute favorite.

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To my favorite child,
Ben:
I love you the most. You were the sweetest baby in the world and I literally didn’t put you down for over a year. I love your exuberance and enthusiasm. I love how you wake up every morning in a fantastic mood, no matter how you went to bed the night before. I love how easy to please you can be. I love the smell of your neck and the color of your magic eyes, whether they are green, gray or blue that day. I love holding your hand and the face you make when you spot me at school. I love the way your voice gets really high when you’re excited and that you actually squeal with delight. I love that you “remember being born.” I love how much you worship your sister and the way you watch her when she’s not looking. I love your favorite teddy bear and how cool you look in sunglasses. You are my absolute favorite.

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To my favorite child, Evan: I love you the most. You will always be my baby, even though you insist that you are a big boy. I love your husky voice and the way your repeat everything you hear even though half the time, you have no idea what you’re saying. I love watching you try to keep up with your siblings and their friends. I love the humming sound you make when you really like what you’re eating. I love watching you play and how you can make a game of pretty much anything. I love how much you love making people laugh. I love the way you say my name. I love your pudgy thighs and your knees and the way you look in your pajamas. I love the way you hold my face with two hands when you give me a kiss. I love hearing you thump down the stairs in the morning. You round out our family, completely. You are my absolute favorite.

{For the record, you each got the exact same number of words. It’s even.}

 

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    Jana @ Attitude Adjustment says

    In the future, I hope Lily doesn’t harp on the fact that she got written about first, though. You could always justify it by saying she’s the only girl–“ladies first,” and all that. :)

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    Danielle says

    This is so entirely sweet. Love how you made it the exact number of words for each, great touch. We take so much time telling how unbelievable crazy they make us, it’s nice to hear the sweet stuff too.

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    Francesca says

    The baby must be making me hormonal.

    I am sitting here, in the dark, before 5 am, crying over this post.

    LOVE.

    (Know that if I could bold the word love in red font, I would.)

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    Krista @ Not Mommy of the Year says

    The exact same number of words? How did you accomplish that? Hell, you can tell I still only have one, I would have never even thought about the number of words.

    Very sweet, by the way. :)

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    Allison @ Motherhood, WTF? says

    So sweet! My mom used to tell us we were each her favorite. She’d say “you’re my favorite, but don’t tell your sister.” We both knew she said it to both of us, but we still both secretly believed she loved us best. How could she not?

    This is a great blog post. I feel like we should all write something like this each year, since the kids change so much.

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