Tomorrow, we will celebrate the one year anniversary of Finn's "coming home again." You might remember, that last Valentine's Day, LOVE WON! Our sweet boy came home. Our big boy reunited with his brother. I think every second of that day will live in my viscera for eternity. From the moment that the nurse yanked out the feeding tube, to the moment that Everett got to hold Finn on the couch for the first time in 24 days, to the moment that my momma held me. Those moments are with me, in my soul, forever.
Our sweet Finn is on the cusp of 15 months old. Those of you who have been around toddlers know what a fun age and stage this is! Finn is (almost) running. Finn loves to eat, especially with a fork, and a spoon, and a bowl of his own (not the greatest combo for a toddler and the highchair and floor space). Finn can point to his nose, toes, belly, heart, head, and ears. And if you ask Finn, "where's your tongue?" He will stick it out and say "ahhhhhhhh" with a huge grin on his face. If you ask Finn, "where's your boogies" and he will scrunch up his nose and snort a little, followed by a giggle. Finn is always exploring the world, and is on the cusp of a language explosion. Finn is not keen to a disruption of routine. He's quick to voice his discontent when the world hasn't treated him right. He's the kind of kid that will give up his nap well before it's time, and will be riding a dirt bike at 3 years old.
Today, I watched Finn dance (to Will.i.am's "I Like to Move It" and Chumbawamba's "Tubthumping"). Today, I watched Finn explore the jungle gym at the YMCA. Today, I watched Everett kiss Finn goodnight (always three kisses) and tell him, "Finny, you are my best friend." Today, and every day, I am grateful for my strong warrior.
Tomorrow, our family will enjoy the early church service. Then, Kyle and I will have a "day date" at a fancy brunch. Finally, in the evening Everett and I will make cookies and heart shaped pizzas.
