Dear Alex,
I am laying next to you in your bed writing this letter. Because you CAN'T sleep. You are my little night owl. You want me to lay with you. Your hand is resting on my arm. I secretly love that you are still a Momma's Boy - sometimes anyway.
You are so excited because tomorrow is your REAL birthday. The day you turn five. I remember having a hard time when you turned two. You were no longer a baby. And I am having a very hard time with you turning 5....You are growing up too quickly my beautiful boy. One day you aren't going to like that I call you that. But I don't care. You are beautiful inside and out. Your outer beauty lies in your eyes...those big brown eyes. They are looking at me now, when they should be closed and fast asleep. You inner beauty lies within that old soul of yours - how you love and protect your sister, how you always think about others, how you are so smart, sometimes too smart, for your own good and for mine.
You have changed so much in the past year. You have learned what it means to be a friend. You have learned the art of sharing. You have demonstrated time and time again what it means to be a good big brother. You are quick to anger at times, but even quicker to say you are sorry - an important thing for a man to know how to do (wink. wink.). You are ornery and you love to say "bathroom words" and wrestle as most little boys do. You are silly and you love making funny faces and doing crazy dances to make other people laugh.
I am so excited to celebrate the day you were born. Actually, I guess I should say continue the celebration. Five years ago this week, I had a sonogram - the doctors wanted to make sure you were happy in my belly. The doctor said, "This baby is rocking and a rolling in there." How cool that five years later to the day we had a Rock Star birthday for you on your fake birthday (as you call it). We had a candy bar with Rock Candy, Star Lollipops, Ring Pops, and Pop Rocks. We had real live rock stars - Lisa and Mikel of Milkshake ( http://milkshakemusic.com/) perform a concert for you and your friends and family. You all rocked out with blow up guitars and microphones. We served pizza, nachos and hot pretzels just like you would eat at a concert. You had a cake shaped like a guitar and cookies shaped like guitars and stars. It was a wonderful celebration of YOU!
Tonight, I was making chocolate chip cookies for your birthday, because you say I make them the best. I was teasing you and said, "Don't you ever forget it. One day when you are married and your wife makes you chocolate chips you tell her that they are good, but that your mom makes them best." You respsonded, "I have an idea. Every year on my birthday, you can make the chocolate chips, because I am always going to invite you to my parties!" I wouldn't miss your birthday for the world. Your birthday is the most important day of my life, my first born. On your birthday, God's purpose for my life became clear. I thank Him everyday for you.
Happy Birthday Alexander.
Love you,
Momma
PS. You are fast asleep...with Charlie at your feet and holding your blanket (the same one I brought you home in from the hospital). You are still my baby.
I am laying next to you in your bed writing this letter. Because you CAN'T sleep. You are my little night owl. You want me to lay with you. Your hand is resting on my arm. I secretly love that you are still a Momma's Boy - sometimes anyway.
You are so excited because tomorrow is your REAL birthday. The day you turn five. I remember having a hard time when you turned two. You were no longer a baby. And I am having a very hard time with you turning 5....You are growing up too quickly my beautiful boy. One day you aren't going to like that I call you that. But I don't care. You are beautiful inside and out. Your outer beauty lies in your eyes...those big brown eyes. They are looking at me now, when they should be closed and fast asleep. You inner beauty lies within that old soul of yours - how you love and protect your sister, how you always think about others, how you are so smart, sometimes too smart, for your own good and for mine.
You have changed so much in the past year. You have learned what it means to be a friend. You have learned the art of sharing. You have demonstrated time and time again what it means to be a good big brother. You are quick to anger at times, but even quicker to say you are sorry - an important thing for a man to know how to do (wink. wink.). You are ornery and you love to say "bathroom words" and wrestle as most little boys do. You are silly and you love making funny faces and doing crazy dances to make other people laugh.
I am so excited to celebrate the day you were born. Actually, I guess I should say continue the celebration. Five years ago this week, I had a sonogram - the doctors wanted to make sure you were happy in my belly. The doctor said, "This baby is rocking and a rolling in there." How cool that five years later to the day we had a Rock Star birthday for you on your fake birthday (as you call it). We had a candy bar with Rock Candy, Star Lollipops, Ring Pops, and Pop Rocks. We had real live rock stars - Lisa and Mikel of Milkshake ( http://milkshakemusic.com/) perform a concert for you and your friends and family. You all rocked out with blow up guitars and microphones. We served pizza, nachos and hot pretzels just like you would eat at a concert. You had a cake shaped like a guitar and cookies shaped like guitars and stars. It was a wonderful celebration of YOU!
Tonight, I was making chocolate chip cookies for your birthday, because you say I make them the best. I was teasing you and said, "Don't you ever forget it. One day when you are married and your wife makes you chocolate chips you tell her that they are good, but that your mom makes them best." You respsonded, "I have an idea. Every year on my birthday, you can make the chocolate chips, because I am always going to invite you to my parties!" I wouldn't miss your birthday for the world. Your birthday is the most important day of my life, my first born. On your birthday, God's purpose for my life became clear. I thank Him everyday for you.
Happy Birthday Alexander.
Love you,
Momma
PS. You are fast asleep...with Charlie at your feet and holding your blanket (the same one I brought you home in from the hospital). You are still my baby.
1 comment:
Happy birthday to Alex, our first grandson. It is so wonderful to read the words your Mom uses to describe you, and know how very much you are loved. You are a very special little boy and we are enjoying watching you grow and change. Pop pop and I are so proud of you and love you so much!
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