Today Brooks celebrates his 3rd birthday. I’m filled with memories and stories of this sweet boy and think about the moments that brought us to where we are now. I’m exhausted. Not only because I’ve been planning his parties – yes parties, as in more than one. I’m exhausted because of all the thought and worry and prayers and work Mark and I have put into this little boy. And that is one of the reason why he is one lucky guy.
Happy Birthday! I’m so excited that you are excited. This is the first year that you understand what a birthday is and what you do at a birthday – you eat cake. You’ve been talking about your birthday since March, so I think we are all happy that it is here.
Before you were born, I couldn’t wait to see you and hold you. I don’t know if I’ve ever planned, worried, or longed for any other single event in my whole life. Everyday, you surprise us with your words, stories, and songs. You are becoming a wonderful little guy so fast.
Since its your birthday, here are some of my favorite memories, pictures, and things about you.
The first time you crawled, the first time you laughed, your first smile, your first tooth, your first word, your first step, and the first time you used the potty may have made me cry, just a little.
I enjoy watching you and your brother together. I know sometimes he takes your trains and destroys that super long track you were working on and I know sometimes he tries to eat your little figurines and I know that sometimes he gets more of my attention, but I can see that you love him. One time when I was vacuuming you ran and hid in the bathroom because you hate when I vacuum. You slammed the door without realizing Silas was behind you. When you heard Silas cry, you opened the door and tried to quickly pull him into the bathroom to save him from the dreaded vacuum. I could hear you as I stood outside of the door saying, “Don’t worry Silas. Its okay.” I melted when I heard you trying to comfort him.
There are so many other things I could say about how you are unique, loved, and wanted. I know God purposely place you in my arms 3 years ago at midnight. I was scared to death but anxious to become a good Mama. You have taught me that I don’t have to perfect to be a good Mom. Thank you sweet boy.