April 6, 2016

11.

So, I feel terrible.  Posting this a whole week after your birthday but that is just how these weeks are going.  I love that this photo gave you a little birthday halo.  My boy who used to tell me about the angels in the room.

Eleven.

I remember your birth very vividly.  You were the only baby of ours to be overdue.  By two whole days.  You were the largest baby at 10 lbs 5oz (which you know very well).  You were the only baby where the doc threatened me with forceps during delivery, after which I would have strangled her if only I could reach that far.  The nurses had to scramble to find diapers that fit you because your chub could not be contained by mere newborn dipes!  There were a lot of unique things about your birth and delivery and life after--not all of which I will mention here.

One thing I will mention is that I very desperately did not want to have you on Easter Sunday.  You were born a couple days after.  The other thing is that was that Pope John Paul II died on April 2nd, just a few days after you were born.  Perhaps because I was sitting with you on the couch, I remember that time very clearly.  Waiting for the white smoke and news of a new pope.

What does this all have to do with you?  Not much really, because you will write your own story and own memories.  However, even though I felt tumultuous before-during-after your birth, you were a bright light in my day.

You still are.

We love your joy, your determination, your creativity.  We love watching you grow in faith and wisdom.  We love you, Jacob, and look forward to seeing what the next year holds for you.

Happy 11th Birthday!