Speechless
Happy Birthday, Aaron. This is about you. I write it to you for you. I write it from a very uncommon place. The place of Speechlessness. As you celebrate the anniversary of your birth, laugh and love in that way you do. Notice your hair choice because it is a bit different each year. Long, short, brown, blond, beard, clean-shaven, and all points in between. The diversity of your look matches the wonder of your being. Your chameleon looks stun me. It is part of what makes you the man you are.
Celebrate this birthday with the family, as I know you will. You work at home in a home that is filled with the sounds of family. One moment that is laughter and the next moment someone is in the middle of a meltdown. Somehow the laughter trumps the meltdowns and balance is restored. Sometimes the same day……other times days later. Families are like that. Maybe that is why laughter is so important in a household. It saves us in the moment and sustains us through those times when laughter feels like a distant memory. Whatever the reason, the sounds of laughter are what I hear the most in your home.
Your home is that place where my little girl loves to be now. It is house made for family. It is lived in each day and lived in fully. It is a house of children. Where children know they are safe and loved. They know the rules….and the rules begin with the Golden Rule. They know how special they are and how much their parents love them. They know the parents are there for them in the big ways and the little ways. They know unconditional love from a Mother and a Father. They know sometimes being a family means banding together because that is so needed for survival. They know things that make the world a better place and everyplace they go becomes a better place because they do. They know home.
They know you. They know your birthday is today and will make a fuss over you and then eat cake and ask for more ice cream. They appreciate you and your birthday and that you are their Daddy. They know Mommy loves Daddy and Daddy loves Mommy. They know love because they see it every day.
Even on that day when Luke arrived too early to stay and play. Maybe especially that day. That day and how you handled it and the days since are why I write this from a place of speechlessness. You did something beyond my imagination and it dwarfed everything prior and changed everyday since. Today, I wondered how to wish you a Happy Birthday and honor Luke in the celebration too. Maybe I just did. Maybe I said enough.
Happy Birthday from Pop-Pop and Luke.
We love you, Man.
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