two years ago today, our youngest son was born to the strains of grieg's "peer gynt," bent on making a dramatic entrance and then sleeping off the euphoria.
he's been dramatic ever since.
and he's been a ridiculous joy, too.
it's hard to believe its been two years since that day, but what isn't hard to believe is just how packed those years are with smiles and laughter, with uncountable kisses on the head. these 730 days or so have been chock-full of rubbing his soft cheeks and smelling the nape of his neck and looking into his blue eyes.
and today we stop all that just long enough to say with words and song and cake and presents, just how much we rejoice that you happened to us. happy birthday, little man! we are full of love for you.