Dear Hank,
You are nine!
You are a revelation, a genius, a firework.
You are a human party favor and a mood ring of a boy.
You are morally, ethically, spiritually, physically, positively, absolutely, undeniably and reliably our favorite munchkin!
What a big week you've had, your first real theater experience. You're already pining for the next show. It was a mom dream come true to see you on stage with your biggest brother, and I love that you seem to have caught the acting bug!
Nine years in and I'm still astonished by the material fact of you - half me, half your father, half divinity. The math does not add up, the inexplicable wholeness of who you are, but here you are, doing your own calculations, listing more than one hundred ways to make change for a dollar.
And that sums up your presence much of the time, just talking. Thinking out loud, narrating the day. You with a funnel to my ear, pinning me down to pour in numerical wonderings and novel analyzations, bad dreams and song lyrics and entire retellings, endless curiosities.
I love your bouyant optimism, plus the way you're comfortable being moved to tears by music and words. I will never forget how your hair bounced with your body as you skipped across the stage in Munchkinland. You have a remarkably sweet, handsome face - secondary to the soul that dwells behind your smiling eyes. I love the way you chase a good time like a dog chases its tail.
You had ice cream cake with grandparents and pistachio cake with neighbors and Crumbl cookies from friends, and we are not done celebrating yet!
It is my immense privilege and my very honored pleasure to parent you, Hank!
Love,
Mom
1 comment:
Happy Birthday, Hank! You are such a maker and creative thinker; we hope you never outgrow those qualities. I hope I can go to another harp lesson with you soon.
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