Today my little Lumlum turns ONE! From the very start Liam started proving not only how different he would be than his brother, but just how much of my heart he would need! (If you’re wondering, he’d like the whole thing but settles for his third most days.) While we’ve had some extremely challenging days this past year with colic and sick days and a whole learning process of parenting two, we’ve also had so many days that were beyond full of love, laughter, and fun that wouldn’t be possible without Liam in our lives.
When I was pregnant and doubting whether I could love another baby as much as I loved Xander all of my friends with more than one kid assured me that I’d be able to love them equally, and I just felt like “How? My heart is already so full!?!” Well, it either wasn’t full or my heart just grows and grows, because I love Liam just as much as I love Xander, and I actually love them both MORE because there are two of them! I’d never love Xander’s ability to be a great brother without Liam. Liam brings out so much love in our family. As cliché as it will sound, he warms my heart in ways I never thought possible. From his little smile to his constant need for his Momma, he constantly shows me just how loved I am. In the last couple of months he’s started giving hugs and kisses and you haven’t seen sweet until you’ve seen my Lumlum give his big brother a hug when he’s in a full blown meltdown. They both calm and start laughing immediately.
Speaking of laughing, I said above that Liam is the comedian of our family. He is. This morning before he even opened his eyes he started blowing raspberries and shortly afterwards opened his eyes, looked up at me, and started laughing at himself. Since then he has made Xander laugh a half dozen time, even though he woke up in a total Todzilla mood! He’s also made himself laugh quite a bit more than that. I call him our little comedian often, and it always makes me smile knowing he’s usually doing whatever he’s doing to get a laugh out of his audience.
Since he’s only just turned one, I know that the fun we’ve experienced in the last year is only the beginning. Liam can turn peek-a-boo into an hour long game and make even me in my grumpiest of moods think it’s fun. Xander will hate playing cars or trains of whatever but the second Liam is involved and then trains, cars, and block building is fun again. (Usually Liam plays the part of Babyzilla-think Godzilla in terms of massive destruction!) Part of it is his age, of course, but I am hopeful that his little zest for life stays and he is always the fun one in our family… Because so far he’s definitely earned the title!
I’ll always feel so blessed that God chose me to be Liam’s momma. That’s a fact. But today brings all the memories of the last year and I’m a sappy mess that really feels thankful for it all, which includes the sumo squats to calm a colicky baby but especially includes the waking up to kisses, the silliness in expectation making me laugh, and being able to watch my little guy play with his big brother and be the happiest little one year old on the block.