Happy be-lated 5th birthday my first born! You are so peculiar in your interests, but that’s what makes you, you (and more interesting, as your mommy would say). You’ve moved on from your love of cactus and mannequins to an obsession with sweets and baked goods.
- You eat them with such relish (one of my top highlights with you that I can remember is when you came with me to “help” me shop at Costco and I got you that frozen yogurt swirl for us to “share” that you love and you would keep smiling so deeply as you shivered, made funny faces, and gorged yourself).
- You would ask after every meal time if there would be any “special treats” (that your mom and I try to limit to one serving every couple days).
- You borrow dessert cook books en-masse from frequent trips to the library (and were so excited to discover that the adult section cookbooks had far superior pictures than then the children’s section).
- You draw desserts with impressive design and detail and were even inspired to make a dessert cookbook by writing out the names of all your favorite dishes (brilliant move by mommy by the way to practice your letters).
I know it hasn’t been all sweet though. I know we’ve been hard on you and Daddy has gotten so mad at you more times than I like to admit. To be honest it scares me how much the negative aspects of my relationship with my dad comes out. It’s also scary and humbling to me to see how much you’re like me in my brokenness. I’m sorry Amos. I hope you can forgive daddy. I know you’re trying to listen and be a good brother. I’m trying to learn to be a better daddy from our Heavenly Father. I want to learn to be present to you, not just functional. I want to learn to take time to enjoy the moment, not just impatiently wanting you to move on my timetable.
I love the silly faces you make and your intense funky dancing. I love the way you take your time to wonder at the beautiful things in this world. I love the way you notice the details in things that most people look right past. I love you.
Happy early 3rd birthday my chubby cutie. I am so blessed by your generous spirit and your smiling eyes (that you’ve inherited from your mommy). Through you we’ve learned that each child is so different, even though I don’t think mommy and daddy have raised you any differently. As opposed to Amos, who is into things that are still, you are all about movement.
- You love dinosaurs, monster trucks, cars, planes, animals: in that order.
- You are always busy talking about things that move, moving the things that move, moving around from toy to toy, from activity to activity.
- You are a workout to dress and undress as you frequently just want to run around “may-ked” (aka naked) as you say.
- Your nose is frequently flowing with some sort of ooze.
- You carry around your muslin towel everywhere frequently stepping on it as you go.
- You easily make friends and just as easily are fine without them
Mommy and I joke that you are 90% joy and 10% rage (which we say comes from your mom). When you get into one of your moods, usually if you are under-slept and often for the most ridiculous requests…like insisting that we read you a book WHILE you sit on the toilet, there is no consoling you. We don’t give in but we let you chill out. And then you’re back to your happy go lucky self. My prayer for you is that you would learn to communicate what’s really going on for you beneath even what you are saying.
I love the way you freely and more easily adjust to your brother’s demands. You are often the first to share. I love the way you just light people up by just being you whether its singing ONE line of a Christmas song repeatedly in the middle of summer, or when you roar at people and are simultaneously afraid of the very things that roar, or when you wake up at the crack of dawn and tell me “Daddy, let’s wake up”, or when you just randomly come up and hug me and say “I love you Daddy”. You are a precious gift from God that reminds me He just gives us joy whether we deserve it or not.