Most of you know that Jonathan, our youngest, and his cousin, Holden, were born 12 days apart. So this year, we combined their birthday parties for one big summer blow out! And everyone had so much fun!
We picked a fun 70’s beach shack theme for the boys this year!
My sweet boy. Happy fourth birthday, little man. Four years have gone by faster than I could have imagined. While the sharpness of the memories of your birthday have softened, I remember snapshots in time of those first few days. Pictures etched in my memory of your daddy holding you for the first time, the weight and seemingly perfect way you fit on my chest, moments alone with just you and me, figuring out this new world together.
It doesn’t feel possible that it’s only been four years with you in our lives. You bring so much laughter and joy to the world, and it’s hard to imagine that the world existed before knowing that joy.
Watching you grow, expand your mind and your heart is pure delight. You are so tough but with the kindest of hearts. I see this amazing little man in you. In the way that you watch out for your brother and friends. In the deepness of the hugs that you wrap us in each morning. In your cleverness and curiosity. The way your eyes sparkle with delight day in and day out.
I am the blessed one, Harrison. Blessed to know your sweet tenderness and your resilience. To know your heart. I can’t believe it’s already been four years. It’s an honor to watch you grow, little one. Like I always ask you, ”How much does Mommy love you?” ”So much.” Happiest of birthdays, my little boy.
Love,
Mommy
I turned 35 yesterday. I don’t know that I had many preconceptions about what my life should look like at a certain age – as in, number of kids, marriage, job. I really just foresaw myself as being strong, confident, and persistent. And at 35, I think I am all of those things. So I guess I’m exactly where I thought I’d be at this age.
