Dear Will, On Your 4th Birthday:
I hate to start this letter to you with an apology. I’ve been told you’ll learn to get used to them. You know… the whole middle child thing. You see, I’m a week late in getting this letter written. I know you don’t care now, but if you ever do, I’m sorry. I mean it.
Moving on…
I freaking love you. And I know you love me. You tell me all the time. I’m so lucky to be the recipient of your love because it’s fierce, in a sweet and sometimes a slightly aggressive way. Like a hug/tackle way. Usually, I don’t mind.
You are so stinking adorable. You have the most vivid imagination and are always creating very imaginative stories around your play. You sing your own songs. And they are lovely, although the tunes can be a little hard to pick up.
You are an awesome brother. Graham is your best friend. Sure you guys can throw down like the rest of them, but the hard feelings never last long. My favorite “punishment” for when you two fight is to put you both on a couch together until you figure out how to get along. It only takes a minute or two before you both are laughing and running off to play together. It warms me to my soul.
And, “your” James? Yeah, you love him too. That baby gets more kisses than any other. Sure, his survival rate drops when you are nearby, but if anything it’s kisses and hugs that are gonna kill that one. He’s a lucky brother and I can’t wait to see the two of you grow up together.
Just so you know – my absolute favorite time of day is bedtime. Not because it means I (finally) get some time to myself, but because you demand I cuddle with you. I snuggle up next to you, you wrap yourself tight around me, then you ask my how my day was. Then you ask Graham how his day was. Then you tell us how your day was. It’s always very detailed. It’s always very sweet. And only sometimes does Graham have to translate for you.
You are beautiful. You take my breath away. I can’t believe you are mine. And I will always – always – always love you.
Happy Birthday Will!
Love, Mom
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