It’s your Birth Day today. For reasons beyond my understanding this is not technically your “first birthday”. Even though it really is. You were born on the most perfect day. At around one in the morning your dad sent me a message saying they were on the way to the hospital because you were finally ready to see the world.
I got the message from your daddy and probably responded with a “afhoighyerhjans” because I am always very coherent in the wee hours of the morning. What I meant by “afhoighyerhjans” is that I said a prayer for you to begin your life happy and healthy. I laid awake breathing in the scent of summer rain. I wondered when you would take your first breath. I wondered if you’d be lucky enough to catch the same scent of rain. All night long I awoke to the steady tap of rain dripping from gutters. Each time, I checked to see if there was a message proclaiming your arrival. The veil of night gave way to morning sun and the rain slowed to a mist.
At 6:59 am, your mom ushered you into the world. Your daddy called me a little while later to tell me you were healthy and that your mommy birthed you naturally. She is a strong woman, your mom, a fact you will surely appreciate many times in your life.
I came to meet you this afternoon. You were asleep and kept flinging your blanket off. Swaddling is not for you, almost like you’ve been cooped up too long and just want to stretch out. Your mom wasn’t wearing a stitch of make-up and her hair was pulled up with curls escaping here and there. She looked beautiful and happy with you by her side.
You are surrounded by people who love you and I thought I’d give you a heads up on some of us. Your daddy knows everything about cars and will teach you as you grow up. Your mommy is selfless, always putting her family before herself. Your brother is awesome at kicking a soccer ball and I imagine the two of you playing many games together. In case you need a laugh, your brother does a side-splitting impression of a duck.
Your Uncle Terry knows everything about sports. He is convinced kids don’t like him, but you two will get along perfectly, especially if you root for the Chargers. As for me, I love to read and write. You’ll live among piles of books upon books upon books. When you’re a little bigger we will go to the park to look at bugs, dig in the dirt, zip down the slide, and talk about all the things we see.
It’s going to be a great life, Aiden, full of joy, full of love. Happy Birth Day, sweet nephew of mine.