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| happy birthday |
| 01.27.05 (8:43 am) [edit] |
My dearest Jacob,Five years and twelve hours ago, you entered the world. You cried just enough to let everyone know you were there, and then peacefully watched everyone make a fuss over you. To this day, you still like everyone making a fuss over you! What are you into, now that you're five? Well, the same stuff really you were into yesterday when you were still four. You have the entire CTA train system memorized, down to the last stop and emergency announcement. You're a terrific artist and like to make up comic books. You love it when I ask you to help me cook, and you take such pleasure in being big enough to help out. You're an incredibly smart and curious child, who seems at his happiest when learning something new. You sometimes can get frustrated by things that are too hard to do, but you're almost always willing to try, which is all we can ask of you. And then, when you break through some barrier and do something by yourself, it's a genuine celebration. This morning, we drove you to school and talked about the big cake we brought for you to share with your classmates. You said you wanted Danny to come to celebrate your birthday in class with you. It reminded me of when I picked you up at school yesterday and you pointed out that the teacher had given you two smiley-face stickers -- one for you, and one for Danny because you wanted to give one to your brother. You can't know at this age how incredibly sweet that kind of thing is; the fact that you want your baby brother to share in the smallest good fortune with you. That's probably the thing that I love the best. The unexpected, little loving generosity. It's a snapshot of your general good nature that I hope will still describe you when you're 15, and when you're 50. Happy birthday, my first-ever baby boy. I wish for you many, many more happy celebrations. |
posted by: rizi (reply)
post date: 01.27.05 (7:10 am)
My heartiest wishes to your son.
posted by: almsthvn (reply)
post date: 01.27.05 (10:17 am)
happy happy happy happy birthday! Sweet parents beget sweet children, ya know :) Hugs to you and your DH !!! and to Jacob and Danny, of course.
I remember when Danny was so new and your hubby posted a video of Jacob saying "Hi Cinnamon!" that was meltingly sweet.
Have a very lovely day, family!
posted by: JT (reply)
post date: 01.27.05 (1:03 pm)
Thanks to both!
posted by: BobbyJoe (reply)
post date: 01.28.05 (5:38 am)
That's a sweet post. HB, to the kid.
posted by: trekguy (reply)
post date: 01.28.05 (6:20 am)
You sound like a really cool Mom!! Just wait till he's a teenager, and hope he doesn't turn on you!! I have 2 and OMG it is LOTS harder now than when they were young!!
posted by: JT (reply)
post date: 01.28.05 (7:20 am)
Reply to: trekguy
I know... I am SO not ready for teen-hood, although Jake's got some teen rebel in him. I'm going to have my hands full!
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