You are two years old today! and what a gorgeous boy you are inside and out. I’m amazed at what you learn each day and the magic you bring to our lives. Just this morning you pointed to the corner of one of my paintings, to an indistinguishable smoosh of blue and yellow and orange, and said decidedly, “Buddha.”
We had a little party for you yesterday and even though you didn’t eat any birthday cake, you managed to find someone’s espresso cup and you shot it as fast you could. Most of it landed on your shirt (thank goodness) but the rest went down the hatch and you were pleased and punch. The taste of the elusive coffee mystery solved! You are an explorer.
You are all fire trucks and trains, airplanes and hot wheels these days. All boy through and through. The other day I let you sit in the driver’s seat of my friend’s minivan and you shouted gleefully, “On a plane! On a plane!” You also carry a key with you all the time. It’s a key to our house with a green rubber ring on it and you will scream if anyone tries to wrench it from you. You even sleep with it clenched in your tiny fist.
As I write this I wonder what kinds of things you would want to know about yourself if you read this 20 years from now. You are kind (doling out chips to everyone at the party) you are energetic (even without a shot of espresso) and you love the pretty ladies (but your current approach of tackling them and sitting down on them needs help). Nevertheless, you are incredibly charming and can work a room in seconds flat. You are also gentle.There’s a way you so kindly tell me to stop if I am bothering you or tickling you too much. You put your hand on mine, look me in the eyes and say, “Bye mama” and wave your little hand.
You just recently started to get opinionated about what you wear. Much to your parent’s dismay, your favorite onesie is a turquoise tie dye number with a big plasticized Harley Davidson logo on the front in orange. You LOVE this shirt and recently just said your first complete sentence after a long tantrum while trying to get you dressed. We couldn’t figure out if you were in pain or what you were so upset about, but at some point you led us to the washing machine, pointed to the Harley shirt and sputtered through exasperated tears, “This is the one!!!”
Ben, in your perfect world you’d have a key to every fire truck, car and minivan so you could sit in the cockpit and dream of flight (wearing your Harley shirt of course). For now, you have the key to our house, and dare I say it? our hearts.
As my friend Jen said so well, you’re the key holder.
Happy Birthday sweet Ben. We love you.