Simon, you are a year and a half old! Wasn't I just holding your tiny body on my chest the first time and breathing in the sweet smell of a little bald baby head? Wasn't I just getting up with you several times a night? (Actually, yes. It was four times and it was night before last.) Buddy, you are a mover and a shaker. You are full of life and movement and refuse to be left behind by the big kids. Having a lot to say, you are full of words, most of which I don't always understand.
Like your brother, and to my joy, you love people. Everyone is a potential friend. But even more so, you love animals, especially Ziva who you liberally hug and "pat-pat". In fact, you are quite the hugger! You love sitting on laps and sitting on your brother. You are great at snuggling and I love how you still melt into my lap while we rock in your chair before bedtime.
Your sweet spirit is balanced by a fierce temper, little boy. You let me know of your displeasure with all-out classic temper tantrums including flailing on the floor, kicking legs, an piercing screams. It is quite impressive. You hate being left out, losing your toys to big brother, and riding in the car. However, there are more quiet moments in your life than angry. My favorite is when you sit on the floor and "read" books to yourself. When I am in the other room, I can tell by your voice you are caught up in a story.
Pip, our family is better because of you. You are a gift to us, especially to your brother who is your best friend. We love, love, love you, sweet boy. May Jesus grow you in Him and become the treasure in your heart and life.
