Tomorrow is your birthday. Again. Two. As in, years old:
Mimsydotes. She captured you perfectly. P.S. you faceplanted about thirty seconds after this photo was taken.
Let's talk about you, shall we Mister? Things you love:
Your favorite two people in the world:
Nie Nie. There are no words describe your love for Nie Nie.
And Anna. Happiness, for you, is playing with your sister:
See that look on your face in that last picture? Joy. That is you. You are all joy, all energy, all the time.
Of course, all that energy has a downside. I am constantly in running shoes so I can keep up with you. You did not get Anna's compliant nature, so when you want something you are GOING TO GET THAT SOMETHING. And when you don't want something, say, oh I don't know,
Well, let's just say I pity the person you fall in love with someday, the one who's going to have to say no to these giant brown eyes:
Seriously. It's a challenge.
It wouldn't be your birthday if I didn't get a little sentimental, but I'm really going to try this year. When I wake up tomorrow morning and remember where we were last year at this time...
And then just one short year before that...
When I remember the fullness in my heart knowing just how blessed we were...
I'm going to hold it together. Really, I am. On the outside.
But on the inside... well you know. Because we're so lucky, and you're growing up so fast, and seeing you become the boy you are brings me so much happiness that sometimes I'm fairly sure I might burst with it all.
So happy birthday to my sweet boy, my sleepless wonder, my picky eater, my butterfly chaser and big, wet kiss giver. My days with you are as crazy as they are wonderful.