As I sit here trying to decide what to write, I’m holding back my tears. My little boy is growing up. This is my son, Levi, about to turn three years old. To look at his precious face you’d never know he used to be a tiny little baby that couldn’t talk or walk. Where does the time go?
He’s expecting a little brother (yes, it’s a boy!) in a few months and that keeps me thinking of how big he’s gotten. One day a few weeks ago, Levi leaned over to my belly and examined my belly button. After a few seconds he said with amazement, “Mama! You’re cracking open!” I laughed and explained about how my belly button is just a lot flatter than it used to be because baby brother is getting so big inside my tummy. Then Levi places his mouth against my belly button and uses it as a microphone and whispers, “Hey baby brother. What’s your name?” It was then that I explained that baby brother doesn’t have a name yet and how we have to choose one. So naturally I asked, “What should we name your baby brother?” After a thoughtful pause, he said with excitement, “Um. We can name him Alfalfa!” Needless to say we won’t be doing that.
He’s so much like his daddy. He is the spitting image of him, except for the red hair. Somehow, his dad and I are a perfect genetic match for red hair, although we don’t have it ourselves. I have never been to a public place with Levi when someone didn’t comment on how beautiful his hair looked. I’m used to it now, but at first it seemed as though no one had ever seen a red-headed child before. I love that he is so unique. And that he has his daddy’s silly sense of humor. They both make me laugh.
Levi has been talking since before his first birthday. This child talks from his first breath in the morning until he whispers himself to sleep at night. He adores other children and rarely meets a stranger. Levi loves to sing and we’ve recorded it a lot. He’s an auditory learner and will remember anything you tell him, or anything you don’t mean for him to hear, so we have to be careful. 
Recently, he’s discovered his undying love for chocolate. One of the few traits he inherited from me.
Tonight when I kissed good-night, I said, “I love you Levi.” And he said back to me, “I love you mooore Mama.” That always makes my heartstrings sing.
Levi is all boy. He loves to be outdoors and loves to jump and play.
