To my birthday boy, Simon.
Two years ago, at 3:46 am, you came into this world and unfortunately, the first thing you got to hear was me screaming because I GOT THE EPIDURAL TOO LATE AND IT DIDN’T HAVE A CHANCE TO KICK IN – NOT BY CHOICE (full birth story here). Moving on…we didn’t know ahead of time that you’d be a boy and I was shocked and very pleasantly surprised (I thought we were having a girl and your father was convinced we were having a boy). Your father and I were elated to have a son and your sister was so excited to meet her baby brother.
In the last two years you have grown such a personality. You are definitely the strong, silent type but when your sister annoys you, you sure do let her know to leave you alone. Your sister loves you to pieces and can’t get enough of you. She always wants to be the first one to go into your room when you wake up and she insists on giving you a big hug and kiss before you go to bed. I love to see the love you have for each other. I love when Isabella refers to you as her buddy and I hope you two will always be as close as you are right now.
At two years old you really don’t talk much and I’m sure it’s because Isabella talks enough for the both of you but I can’t wait for you to ask for what you want instead of pointing. You are so different from your sister because by two years old, she was talking in sentences and we couldn’t get her to stop (actually, we still can’t!). You’ll eat practically anything I give you while your sister is a really fussy eater. Isabella likes attention while you are independent and like to do your own thing. You never cry, you’re never grumpy, you never fuss, and you’re not demanding, while your sister manages to do these all at the same time. You are a momma’s boy while Isabella is a daddy’s girl.
You and your sister (for some reason) love Dora. You are mesmorized by her and you even get excited to see her on cans of soup at the grocery store. You love trucks (or any type of heavy machinery). You love to flip through books – especially books about trucks. You love to be outside and you love going for walks. You love to cuddle right before you go to sleep and you give the most wonderful, noisy kisses.
We’ve had a rough year this year with your dad’s brain tumor but you’ve never failed to make us all smile and keep us positive even on the really bad days. You are my little angel and I love you lots. And if you could do me a big favour and not go through the terrible two’s - I’d really appreciate it.
Happy 2nd Birthday to you, my boy. I can’t wait to see what this coming year has in store for you!
Hugs and loads of kisses,