Eleven years ago I held you, bundled and pink skinned, a mere six pounds. Your dad and I could tell right away you had blond hair and blue eyes. We knew you would be named Levi Connor Stables. Your Dad did a road trip with a friend in High School and met a Levi on the road. There is still a sketch of that Levi in one of his notebooks. A long haired man hunched over a guitar. Your dad described him as a kind soul, a man with a big heart and a love for others. Your dad told me about his road trip and this man while we were dating. That if he had sons he would name one Levi.
When we found out we would have another boy dad physically jumped up and down with joy. You know his broad smile, the one he gave you when he was so very proud of you? Riding your bike for the first time, showing compassion to a friend, or showing him your ninja moves as a little guy? Well, that is the grin he gave. We already had a Luke. He was a quiet and determined toddler at that point. we prayed that a little brother would unlock his world and draw him out. We prayed that you would be a joy bringer, and that you would always know the God that knit you together in my womb. You showed up five days early and small just like your big brother. The first six weeks were bliss. We would hold you and you would look straight into our eyes, your big blue ones peering in to our brown. On the seventh week at four o'clock you started howling. You didn't stop until 11 pm that night as dad rocked and bounced and sang and prayed. This continued every night for seventy-eight days. I know because I counted them. And while you wailed and lurched and were inconsolable, you also grew, and grew, and grew. Your small, pink, six pound body quickly grew and lengthened each week. The nurse was amazed as she measured and I sat weary in the green chair watching her weigh and measure you. The doctor came in declaring
minute you could walk you were tottering over to your dad to give him hugs and kisses. Your first words were dada and moon. He often told you he loved you to the moon and back. And we continued to pray the crib prayer over you as you grew. You almost filled the length of the crib at two. Even as you slept you smiled, pink cheeked and happy.
Your name means "to be joined, attached', or in other translations "to live in harmony with". Your middle name means wise.