Beautiful boy,
You are twenty months old today! When I close my eyes, I can see your precious face. I have looked at your photograph so many times that your adorableness is always before me. I am so so so looking forward to seeing you in person. We have waited so long for you, but it won't be very much longer now, and I am thrilled that another month-iversary won't pass before I have been able to be right there with you and kiss your chubby cheeks. I know that if I said all these things to you now, you wouldn't be able to understand them, even if I said them in my limited Spanish, as you are still so young, but someday maybe you will read these words and be able to get some picture of how much you are loved already and how special you are to me, to your daddy, and to your brothers, who also can't wait to be with you. Everyone we know is so excited and is looking forward to the time when they can meet you too!
Twenty months old! I can remember so vividly what twenty months old looked like in your brothers. Mario was twenty months old when Erik came home into our family. I have the tape of him running through my mind: what he was doing and the short sentences that he could say. I remember how he thought he was able to jump and leap, but his chubby little legs weren't making it off the ground. And Erik at twenty months was running around like crazy and making us laugh at his antics and jokes like "mm-mm bug." They were definitely different from each other, and I know that you will be different from either of them as well, but I also know that I would fight tigers for you, as I would for them.
You are my son, and I will love you forever.