I hate to tell you, dude, but you have one sentimental mama so I'm sure I'm going to write you plenty of these letters and you'll just have to deal with it. It's just one of the many perks of being a Todd. Ask your sister, she can tell you all about it.
You've been in my arms almost 3 months now and I still can't believe it. Your daddy and I waited so long. Our adoption process, the journey that brought us to you was very long. Your Aunt Chalice can tell you all about it. She still can't believe you're home and that you're real. And it's a little hard for me to believe it too.
We waited a long time. It was like we were walking this really long hike up some hard, overgrown paths through some forest somewhere. Some days were really hard and we could hardly see the sun. There were times we had to climb these really slippery cliffs and there were days where it was raining so hard we just had to seek shelter in some trees and we couldn't move. Then we learned about you and it was like we came into a clearing that was well-manicured and someone had even planted some amazing flowers and had lined a little path with bright lanterns to help us find our way. The last few steps to you were so easy. Because you were meant to be ours all along. Our arms, this little spot in our family, the places in all of our hearts were specially made for you. You were meant to be a Todd all along. God ordained you to be in our family all along.
I love this picture of us because I love that you just fit in my arms. You are so tiny and my arms are so long. Your Uncle Nathan jokes that I have monkey arms and it's true. The sleeves of my sweaters are always too short. But you in all your tininess fit into my monkey arms. You fit here because you belong here.
Your sister. Well, I don't have to tell you how in love with you she is. She was hesitant at first. She really wanted a sister (and she still does). But she dotes on you. It's amazing that you have any skin left on your face because she will not stop kissing you. She wants to hold you and snuggle you and play with you and feed you and change your diaper. She basically wants to do all.the.things for you. She loves you so much.
I'm realizing that God made her for you too. When I see the way you are with each other. The way you light up when she picks you up out of your crib. The way you laugh hysterically at her funny dances. The way you grin when she walks into the room. She was made to be your big sister, Toby. She was made to dote on you and protect you and make you laugh. She was made to poke your belly and blow raspberries in it. She was made to help me give you a bath and make bottles for you.
I'm still in awe, Toby, of a God that did all of this. That's another thing you better get used to. We talk about God a lot around here. He's a really big part of our family. He's a really big part of our story. He brought you to us, Toby. There is no denying that.
And I'll spend the rest of my life telling you about this God that builds families. This is just the beginning, baby boy.