To my son on his 1st birthday
Happiness and warmth
A bashful smile that curls
Your chin to your chest
Clean and clear blue eyes
A deep affinity and love for your sister
A desire to adore and be one
When a child is born to me - for the second time - it went much like the first. I had no idea how to interact with you other than to do what I was ordered by your mother, sing to you when I put you to bed, bathe you, and feed you from time to time. But just like with Ella - I found that we don't really bond until you get that glint of soul in your eye. And that my son happened this week at the beach.
We were roommates you and I. It was a hot little room on the basement floor of a giant beach house in South Carolina's Folly beach. It's the 4th year in a row coming down here with your family. You mother's side of the family to be precise. They love you so much and they are so much fun. I hope this tradition lives on by the time you are able to recollect things.
During the week we played on the beach, you and I went to lunch every day, and we took naps and slept in the same room at night. You laughed and giggled at me and for the first time you really called and looked for me in a crowd of people. You could say we really bonded. Your laugh was a galvanizing force for me. Not to say you hadn't laughed before - but it felt like this week - you were laughing with me. And I felt something deep in my heart. Deeper almost than when you were born. I felt the warmest love for you to date. And to have that come on your birthday was very special and memorable.
Your mother made you a little hat and dressed you in all the best fashions. She played with you and played with you on the beach - while I ran errands or dug in the sand. You see - I have an issue sitting still.
The week is ending now - and oddly it is ending tomorrow on your birthday - even though we celebrated tonight. And let me tell you - you are something worth celebrating. I have a feeling you are going to have a very magical life my son. We love you so very much.
Mom and Dad.