So precious and beautiful you are.
We were all so happy that you had arrived- that we could study you, hold you, get to know you.
You started to balance out the female dominance of the place.
Your sisters were so proud. (Arianna, circa 1998, age almost 4)
(sweet Jane, just days from being two whole years old...)
You fit right in because we made room for you.
Besides, you were a wonder to us all.
Yes, your sister looks like a freak. You shouldn't let it scare you so.
Because there was so much love to go around. There still is, little brother.
When your baby brother came around, you were SO PROUD!! You told everyone with an ear; "I'nna Big Brudder Now!" And it's an important role that you've always been so good at. I love to see you and your brother together.
Like your Uncle Ken used to be known to say; "There's a lot of love in this dysfunctional family".
Look at you there- your silly humour has always made me laugh. You've always had the most interesting and wonderful way of looking at life.
Nothing would be anything without you.
I'm ready to start on a whole new journey with you- the last big leg of you becoming a man.
I know you'll keep being awesome because I know how beautiful your heart is.
Just a few things I'd like for you to remember:
Never move away from home. You can count on living in your mother's basement well past forty.
Never grow up. (be dysfunctionally dependent so that I'll always have you around)
Never stop believing in ice cream.
Never wear anything but royal blue t-shirts.
Always love unicorns and ponies.
Happy Birthday, boy.
You, I love.