Yesterday was Noah’s 2nd birthday and we spent the whole day celebrating him. Celebrating the amazing, gorgeous, funny, silly, sweet, crazy boy that he is. So much personality… and spunk… and fun… and, hello?!!! GORGEOUSNESS! All wrapped up into one human being!? Proof enough that there’s a God and that he loves me something fierce!

As we made our way through the day, I took my time. I observed every little thing he did. I made sure to hold my breath after every little nasally giggle, every little spontaneous kiss, every time he mimicked the sound of a car, every enunciation, every glance that he sent my way, the way his slobbery cool-aid moustached lips moved when he said my name. It’s all a blessing. It’s over so quickly too. I want to clench his littleness, squeeze it, hold it still. I want him always to fit in my arms, even if he always wriggles and works to run free and wild. Oh, how I love him, from the depths of my being. He is my heart. My baby. My sweet Noah Quincy.

Summer 2006

Birthday boy 2007

Noah and his best friend, Ben, summer 2006

Noah and Ben, summer 2008

Happy 2nd Birthday, Nooskers!