Seven years ago, I was in pre-op getting ready to meet you for the first time. It would be the very first day I was ever a Mommy and I was so nervous. I had no clue about motherhood, baby rearing, or anything that comes with it. You would be my very first teacher. Thankfully, God gave me the sweetest babe with the best temperament. I think he knew that I was a bit of an anxiety ball and took it easy on me. You slept a lot, never cried, and transitioned into every phase with ease and happiness. You were the happiest, chunkiest baby and everyone loved you. People always asked to babysit you, that’s how pleasant you have always been!
When you were small, I had to work full time, so I missed a lot of “firsts”. Sometimes I would be so sad during the day that I couldn’t be with you, but we always made up for it in the evenings with snuggles, books, and play time. Over the years, we transitioned through many challenging times together and you were always my constant. You were always happy and content.
Your quirky personality and creepy anecdotes have made me laugh so hard, so often, ever since you could talk. You love scary movies and shows (much unlike me), but are petrified of roaches. You love to eat radishes and pickles and asparagus but hate macaroni and cheese.
Your needs have been put on the back burner at times since we have had Charlie, but you have been patient and understanding. You are the best big brother I could have ever asked for. You have never lost your temper with her or even complained that she is annoying you. You love her so much and would do anything to keep her happy and safe.
You have always marched to the beat of your own drum and I hope you never change. I love you so much and I hope a second never goes by where you don’t feel that way.