Ten years ago, they didn't tell us how his laughter would ring through the house, how his eyes would sparkle with mischief, and how quickly his feet would move in pursuit of an idea. They didn't predict his love of the outdoors, his interest in how stuff works, and his incredible sense of smell. No one mentioned that he would be funny, making jokes and understanding humor in daily life and even laughing at himself. The doctors didn't chart his persistence and curiosity and didn't prognosticate a zest for adventure and fun of many kinds. They didn't prepare us for his fierce loyalty to family and for the ways he would show his care for each of us. Pages upon pages of medical reports didn't note his sweet affection and devoted love for those who are lucky enough to make their way into his heart.
Few words of hope were spoken into two new parents ten years ago. And yet...
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Happy birthday, son. You are, as your little sister likes to say, so much. You made us parents and no doubt some parts of us have gotten a little worse for the wear since you arrived in our lives. But you've also made us better, wiser, kinder, stronger human beings who don't sweat the small stuff and who can live in the moment without losing sight of the big picture. We love you.
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