Oh, my sweet baby Jack.
You're not such a baby anymore.
I reluctantly admitted it when I saw you almost a year ago ((has it really been almost a year? how can that be?)) and you had grown from this tiny newborn in my arms to a toddling almost-little-boy trying to talk and destroying any hope my heart had at surviving with that hysterical fake laugh of yours.
Your gentle demeanor and sweet loving nature gripped my whole being. When you crawled across me, wedging yourself between the couch and my side to take a quick nap between Spongebob and our instant favorite game "trampoline" on the inflatable guest bed, you should have known my heart was yours for the taking.
Teaching you to make silly noises and you teaching me that the whole process gets even sillier when you'd lick my hand ((seriously dude, it's a good thing you're cute)) will remain one of my favorite memories from that Montana trip.
Jack, the day you were born Mount Hood was crystal clear in the skies over Portland.
Your momma and I have a theory that those special days where our mountain is visible over the city where we first met - well shoot.
That's going to be a good day.
Do you have any idea how brightly that mountain was shining two years ago today?
I watched it out of the corner of my eye that whole drive back into the city where I would meet you for the first time. When your daddy handed you to me and I felt you settle into my arms, I felt a kind of love I couldn't have imagined.
You were perfect.
Jack, we all waited so long to meet you and even before you were here you were SO loved.
However far away we are from each other, know that no matter what your auntie loves you more than life itself.
For two years you have been the light of my life.
Happy birthday, little man.
I love you thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much!
And a HAPPY 4th BIRTHDAY to another amazing little buddy of mine...
You are just the sweetest soul - I want to be just like you when I grow up!