It’s finally come and gone. The day you’ve been looking
forward to, dreaming of, and talking about for 364 days. That’s right. Yesterday
was the best day on your calendar. Your birthday. Some of us enjoy birthday week, but you’d
really prefer if we celebrated birthday year.
As in it’s your birthday every single day
of the year. Which amuses me to no extent.
Birthdays are such a big deal in your little world. Like who
needs Christmas, Disneyland or summer vacation when you can just have a
birthday. Or tell someone else happy birthday. The yucky parts of your past
make it so hard for you to remember even the most basic lessons your teachers
teach you at school, but you never forget someone’s birthday. Ever. You cherish
each person’s special day like it was your own.
Which also amuses me to no extent.
So this year on your birthday I can tell you what your first
mama told me about the day you were born. You came at 3:50 AM, and you were a
tiny little guy. It’s not much information, but it’s more than I knew about
your special day last year. Maybe someday we will have more details about that
cold winter night in northern Russia when you were so tiny and sweet in your
first mom’s arms. But for now we’ll use our imagination.
Happy birthday to my favorite outside playin-diving board
jumpin-lego enthusiast-chatterbox of a boy. Hope your special day lived up to
all the dreams that you had.
Love,
Mom
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