Happy Birthday, Jacob!

-Happy Birthday to my Son-

On the eve of your second birthday I find myself reminiscing about the night before you were born. There was so much to do. So many things to prepare. I was anxious and a little nervous, but when the time came everything was ready for your arrival, including Daddy and I.

I told your Daddy that I might not cry when I saw you. I told him that I would be so excited, but that often times when I would think tears would come they just wouldn’t. I didn’t want him to think that I wasn’t excited if I didn’t get all emotional. Well, the time came. I pushed so hard I was dizzy and lightheaded and then I got to meet you. As the nurses were cleaning you up I looked over at you, I listened to your cry, and I burst into tears. All I could say was, “Oh my God! Oh my God, Chris! That’s him!”  I was IN LOVE at first sight.

Fast forward 2 years: You have grown into such an amazing little guy! First, you take cute to a whole new level! Your eyes are piercing. Your hair is adorable. Your smile is breath taking. I know that I am biased, but you really must be as cute as I think that you are, because even men, young and old, stop me to tell me how unbelievably cute you are. You being cute is just an added bonus to all of the things that make you, you.

You, my little friend, are a talker. You speak and communicate better than most kids a year or more older than you. You and I have been carrying on full blown conversations for months now. If you want to say it you will figure out how to say it. You are brave! Let’s just say that you like to scare the crap out of your Daddy on a regular basis with your displays of bravery! You are independent. You are stubborn! You are completely clumsy! You hurt yourself all of the time. You have a terrible temper, which I have NO idea where you got! You love airplanes (airpains), helicopters (heck-a-cop-ters), motorcycles, flowers, Thomas the Tank Engine, Mickey Mouse, Clyde, fuzz, baseball, your sisters, your Daddy, dogs, cats, and ME! (and I love you MORE!)

What I love is hearing you say, “hold you, Mommy” “Lob you, too Mommy” “Look at me, Mommy!!” “I see an airpain!” “Up there! In the sky!”

I love that when I wake you up in the morning you pretend to be asleep and whisper, “shhhh, seepin!”

I love that you can count to about 13 all by yourself! You can say almost all of your ABC’s. You are kind. You like to share. You have a sense of humor! I mean, you truly have one. You know what things are funny, and you know why they are funny, which means that you do your best to insert those things into your daily life, especially if you think you are about to be in trouble for something!

I don’t really like it when you get mad. That temper I mentioned earlier gets you in a lot of trouble. You like to hit, scream, and bite when you get angry. And it is not hard to make you angry. As much as I love you, and always will, I hope that you grow out of that phase. In time you will learn that being quick to anger doesn’t help you or the people you care most about.

Jacob, I could not have imagined a more perfect son than you! I am so incredibly proud that I get to be your Mommy. I am so glad that I get to be the person to comfort you when you are hurt or sad! I am so happy to be there when you are happy. And I love sharing everyday with you!