I can remember the day we went to the hospital, so excited and nervous, to meet our baby boy. We knew a few things about him, he was big, he had hair, and we had seen glimpses of his sweet little face on the ultrasounds. We had heard our lives would change and we thought we understood. (Of course we didn't.)
The moment I heard him cry and the nurse showed him to me, I was forever changed. He was mine and I'd do everything I could for him.
He's become a big brother twice over and is fantastic in his role. His siblings look up to him and he loves them, sings to them, reads them stories, wrestles with them, teases them (he has to -- it's in his job description), calms them, and cracks them up. I'm most proud of his empathy and tenderheartedness.
He's welcomed two cousins in his (nearly) five years. He's learned to read, spell his name, get dressed on his own, sing on stage, tell a joke, and speak to adults. He's moved on from his first love of Mickey to bigger kid stuff like National Geographic for kids and shows about waterparks. But he's not afraid to sing along to Doc McStuffins or catch the occasional Sofia the First either.
He will be one of the younger kids in his class, yet a head taller than most of them. He seems to have no fear going into his first day tomorrow, and for that I'm thankful. I think I'll be emotional enough watching that baby walk onto the school bus and wave goodbye to me.
(Video has some glitches that I'm too tired to stay up and figure out...sorry!)
Oh, Emmers, we got all verklempt watching the years fly by in just two minutes. You and Mitch are such excellent parents; we're proud of you and your family.
ReplyDeleteGood luck, Julian! Don't forget your fish heads and rice!
Don't be jealous, Evie; your day is coming soon enough.
God bless you, Abe, as you have your ears fixed, so that you can hear without pain all the marvelous sounds of Earth.
Hugs from FGM & Mike