It’s hard to believe it’s been two years since Evelynn was born here in my living room.
My laughter was uncontrollable (probably a bit hysterical, if we’re being honest!) and Brian burst into tears. They covered her with a warmed towel and a hat and after a few moments, Brian looked to see if it was a boy or a girl. He said, “It’s a GIRL!” and that sent all of us off again into gales of laughter and tears. I couldn’t stop thanking God for her. She was bright eyed and quietly alert. No screaming or scurrying. She gave a couple of little cries but just seemed happy to join the party and was simply taking us all in with her wise eyes.
We had a little family party on Sunday evening. I’ve learned by now to keep toddler birthdays small, short, homemade, and low-key. (Ask me how I know…)
But Evelynn – as usual – proves me wrong. She was made for parties. Not a single melt-down, not a single I-don’t-want-share fit. Being the centre of attention suits her just fine.
She’s a wild child, a force of nature, pure sunshine cut with straight mischief. She has never once slept in the minivan or in her stroller, there is too much world to see out there. Relentless delight, that’s this girl.
Mothering Evelynn has been a different experience because I’m pretty sure she’s our forever-baby, the last of the tinies. And so I hold on a bit longer trying to savour the all-too-swift babyhood and she runs away a bit faster to catch up, she never looks back, so it’s all bittersweet.
We ate chocolate cake and sang songs and we laughed and celebrated.
But today, I feel a bit closer to tears, remembering the day she came into our family like a baptism. She’s a toddler now.
Where did those two years go?
Last year, I put together a little video of her first year with us. I write about Evelynn here.