It's the end of Christmas break for both of my boys. There have been late nights and even later mornings of sleeping in; movies, baking, playing "Food Fight" and "Operation" and "Battleship"; trips to Grandmother's house, church, playdates, parties...[taking a breath] falling asleep on Daddy's lap, playing with new toys, drinking egg nog like it's going out of style. It has been a fulfilling, beautiful, and memorable 2 weeks--one of the most lovely holiday times in my memory. That being said, my brain has lost track of what day it is. Forget about multi-tasking at this point...folding laundry and trying to have a conversation is just harder than it normally would be.
"Um...yes, you're five now." I put down the socks I'm trying to match and think for a minute...
I thought about when I was little...having a birthday on December 29th wasn't always so fun. I didn't get to bring cupcakes to school and have a party. Everyone was gone. Opening Christmas/birthday presents was something I was used to, and never complained about.
So when I was spending my own 28th birthday in the hospital with a newborn, pink-faced baby boy whom we named Isaac Josef, I knew he and I would understand. I was already imagining the celebration a year from then--and resolving that he would always come before me, in every way. His birthday, December 28th, is a day before my own. And he was one of the best presents I ever held.
5 years have passed. And the gifts still keep coming...
Every day I get to unwrap something new with Isaac: A new look, a new joke he's discovered, a new emotion he's tapped into. The excitement isn't just bursting at the seams the last week of the year--it's every moment. That little baby who fit into a small Christmas stocking the day he was delivered, still manages to fit into my heart.
|The birthday boy|