You’re two today! Exactly 1 year, 6 months, 12 weeks, 50 days, 672 hours, and 29,520 seconds ago, you entered this world and took your first breath. Me and your mommy’s eyes were teary, the rush of adrenaline from the anticipation of your arrival was pure, and my dreams of us playing football in the backyard when you got older were vivid. Our one and only son, you, had finally arrived.
Naturally you were
quite upset furious after mommy violently expelled you from her body. This world was a cold, bright place compared to where you resided for the nine months prior to your expulsion. But the shrill of your first cry was the reassurance mommy and I needed to know you were okay. The nurse quickly grabbed you and sucked all the mucus out of your orifices and gave you your first rub down under the heat light I’m sure you loved. Ten fingers, ten toes, two arms, two legs, and one…thing. You were perfect in every way.
Mommy was the first to hold you, unless you consider the exchange from the nurse to me and quickly me to mommy like you were some kind of hot potato. I remember her first words to you, “Are you the one that kept kicking me?” Mommy looked deep into your eyes for what seemed like an eternity while you laid there, tightly wrapped up in what I call a “baby burrito”. You were every bit of beautiful; the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Now it was my turn, after all, daddy worked hard to create you. As mommy passed you to me, you’d think we were exchanging a precious, rare Fabergé egg. But you were much more than that. You are our son. My future athlete. My little man. And even though I had only known you for a few short minutes, my best friend.
I was shaking terribly. Even though this wasn’t the first time mommy and I have done this, the rush of a million feelings and thoughts doesn’t go away. As I took you into my arms for the first time, like mommy, I stared you deep in your beautiful eyes, thankful you were perfectly healthy. My mind began drifting about what the future was to hold for this new father-son relationship; your first day of school, your first organized sport, your first broken heart, your first day of high school.
After spending some time with just me and mommy, Nana Marquis held you. Nana Marquis is very special and spent the night at the hospital with me and mommy. She talked to you, held you, snuggled you, and instantly fell in love with you, just like me and mommy. After a few moments, the nurse whisked you away again. This time for your first bath and the tortuous poking and prodding, and the dreaded circumcision. To be honest, I think I was in more pain than you at that point as I knew you wouldn’t remember it, but the thought of it hurt daddy.
While you were away, you had two special visitors show up, your sisters. Leah and Ella were so very excited to meet you. They talked about you all the time before you came into this world; wondering what you’d look like, what you’d be like, what your name was going to be (which by the way, you didn’t have one until a couple of hours after you were born), and how you’d look dressed up like a girl. When you came back, they both held you, something mommy and I will never forget. They loved you like they’ve never loved anything before.
Over the course of the next couple hours, more people came to see you. Your Nana Cathy and Papas Barry, Brett, Tom, and Bo, your Uncles Andy, Matt, and Cam, Aunts Lori and Emily, your cousins Lilly, Avery, and Nate, your great nana, and PawPaw all came out to meet you. They all held you, commented on how beautiful and perfect you were, and showered you, me, and mommy with blankets, baby shampoos, tiny outfits, and stuffed animals. It was a day we’ll never forget…
…and now you’re turning two. Where did the time go? It seems like just yesterday me and mommy brought you home for the first time. Now you’re running around, talking, defending yourself against your sisters, and have developed a truly remarkable and hilarious personality. But one thing that hasn’t changed is the fact you’re the most handsome thing to ever walk this planet (although daddy is a close second). Your blonde hair and cute little face is going to break some hearts one day.
Mommy and I love scooping you up and kissing you until you can’t stand it anymore. But most times, you love to snuggle and give the best hugs and kisses in the world.
You even have favorites now! You love Cars and Toy Story and run around the house yelling, “Buzz, Buzz, Buzz!”, signaling to me and mommy you want to watch Toy Story. In fact, as soon as we all get home, you run straight to the couch, hike up your legs indicating you want your shoes and socks off, then sprawl out on the couch and point to the TV yelling, “Buzz, Buzz, Buzz”, until someone puts the movie in for you.
Sunday’s are our man days. When daddy turns on the football games you climb up on the couch and plop down right next to me and stare at the TV excitedly shouting, “Football, football!” And grilling…you love for daddy to pick you up when I’m grilling so you can see what’s going on.
You love pasta, any type of pasta. There are even times you refuse to eat unless it’s some type of pasta. Spaghetti, macaroni and cheese, and those noodles with chicken and vegetables daddy cooks are your favorites.
You love hot wheels and really anything that has wheels on it. For Christmas, Santa brought you a lot of those and to this day, you haven’t stopped playing with them. You also love balls. Basketballs, baseballs, golf balls, footballs; anything you can throw. You’re such a boy!
And you melt me and mommy’s heart. Your precious smile, your hilarious laugh, your voice, your hugs, your demeanor, your spirit, your sense of adventure, and even the little attitude you’ve developed as you approach your terrible two’s is indescribably perfect and sweet. You are everything mommy and daddy could have ever wished for.
Mommy and daddy and your sisters love you very much! You complete us! Happy Birthday Son.
With all my eternal and unconditional love,
P.S. Let me show you how you’ve grown