Happy Birthday, Buddy!

Four years ago I had no idea what I was in for.

Which was….

Pain. Lots of pain. From the birth to the headaches I get from the constant screeching and chatter that comes from the boy.

Worry. This is the big one. I worry about everything with him. Nosebleeds, fevers, bruises, etc. Not knowing if there’s something bigger causing run-of-the-mill things. Worry about his development. Am I doing enough to help him achieve the goals that have been set for him? How will he do in his new school this fall? I wouldn’t say I worry constantly, but yeah… pretty damn close.

Fear. Another big one. I am terrified of what could come of his NF. Scares the shit out of me.

Now the happy stuff…

Love. So much love. He’s the best snuggler evah.

Joy. Tons of joy. He’s a happy-go-lucky kid even with everything he goes through. He dances and sings like no one is watching. He loves pink and purple and princesses and purses and doesn’t care at all that those are “girl” things. He’s pretty awesome.

Laughter. Such infectious laughter. He lights up a room (when he’s not screaming) and makes people smile and laugh by just being him.

Happy Birthday, Little Buddy! I love you.