Once upon a time there was a mama and a daddy and a happy two year old. All was good and easy in their world. They could go to the grocery store without fits, they could eat in a restaurant in relative calm, and aside from the squeals of glee and occasional tears, the house was fairly quiet. So they decided to have another baby.
The house hasn't been quiet for a second since then.
Today is Luke's 5th birthday. It's nearly impossible to believe that my baby is so big already. But it is completely impossible to imagine our world without him in it.
I can't help but remember his older brother telling a stranger that "my little brother is the funny one". Luke was all of 18 months old. But even then, Max was right - Luke is funny. Seriously funny. With his own sense of comedic timing and verbal skills beyond his age, he constantly has us cracking up. Sometimes it is in the serious way he approaches a situation, or his overactive imagination running a storyline we can barely keep up with. But if he's around, he's got us laughing. Sometimes it's the only reason we let him stay.
Sometimes it's the outfits. This kiddo has a serious interest in fashion and costuming. Lately he has been a fan of "dressing fancy" which includes wearing two dress shirts (one short sleeved, one long sleeved), a tie, a belt, dress pants and church shoes - no matter where he's going. If he's going to play a sport, the outfit must match the sport. And if it's 95 degrees, he's perfectly happy in a sleeveless shirt, basketball shorts, a wool stocking cap and snow boots. Or a cape any day. Just because.
But beyond being funny, he has a genuine heart that slays me. He chose his birthday party location so that one of his little friends would be able to attend. On the way to his party he reminded us that another friend eats gluten-free, so we should stop and pick up a special treat. And he offers to share any new toy/food/treat with his brother just because he wants Max to be happy. He's a masterful cuddler, and will curl up with anyone sad or lonely.
Ah, this little boy. My little boy that isn't so little anymore. Our noisy, crazy, funny sweetheart who is helping us to live happily ever after.