June 13, 2009
Dear Raphael,
This is what your goofy hair looked like the morning you turned eight.
And this is what you looked like as we sang to you this evening:
See that cake? You put your own candles on, and that's why there are eleven. You needed all eleven to make the shape of an eight. At least, that's what you said. I can't see the eight, somehow, and yet I think it's appropriate.
After all, you shine rather brighter than your average eight.
I love you fiercely, because for you...
...only fierce will do.
Happy birthday, dear one. Thank you for letting me watch you grow.
love you,
Mom
GAH I cannot believe how big he's getting. That sound is my heart breaking.
There is a tradition of out-of-town visitors getting to kiss the birthday boy, isn't there? A big slobbery one on the cheek, the day after the birthday? I'm sure there is. I hope you have paper towels handy!
Posted by: Mir | June 14, 2009 at 06:56 AM
Happy Birthday Raphael!
Posted by: Amy-Go | June 14, 2009 at 10:47 AM
What a sweetie, and a lovely post :-)
Posted by: Michelle @ Find Your Balance | June 14, 2009 at 01:18 PM
I'm late -- but happy birthday, Raphael!
Posted by: Aimee | June 15, 2009 at 10:07 AM
Happy Birthday Raphael!!
Posted by: Amy | June 15, 2009 at 10:36 AM
So sweet! How can you not fall in love with that grin each time you see it?
Posted by: Katie in MA | June 15, 2009 at 11:29 AM