Some Birthday
Evan,
This morning you had daddy get you a cup of water at 5 and were back in bed with us at 6. I was the peanut butter in the sandwich and you rubbed my back periodically. When daddy went to shower, I moved from being the middle of the sandwich to taking over his side of the bed on my stomach. You rolled to your side and propped your legs on me like a pair of scissors.
...shortly after came Madalyn and I was a sandwich again. You said to us, "I don't feel good, I'm hungry." Madalyn answered, "Evan, you can't eat if you don't feel good."
"That is SO RUDE!" you protested. "I can TOO eat!"
Shortly after you were throwing up just a bit... daddy said you were just congested and gagged is all, and I guess he was right because not long after you were begging to please go to school.
Having already celebrated with your party, I completely forgot it was your birthday today until I got Aunt Julie's prayer for you in my inbox while you ate breakfast. It's true. I confess. Some mother. (I tell you what, when you're in high school and I won't let you go to a party or you really want a dog or something, just remind me of today and permission granted, okay?)
SO! The moment I realized, I rushed into the kitchen and told you that today was your real birthday, and happy birthday to you.
You smiled, pleased with yourself for being five.
Shortly after we remembered we had homework to do (I'ma lready training you in the art of procrastination,) and began searching in magazines for items starting with the letter 'i'. Of all letters, "I" is a toughy. We weren't too creative: ice, icing, island, and interesting (a dog made out of broccoli... who doesn't find that interesting... or at the very least, peculiar.)
Then we ran in Publix on the way to school and got some really cool multi-colored cupcakes with stars on them and a number 5 candle. Your friends saw you across the parking lot when we arrived and said "there's Evan! Let's go see Evan!" We told them it was your real birthday and I watched your chest puff up a bit. "Happy birthday!" said Ethan.
Your teachers were very pleased to have cupcakes and promised to save one for the little sister who stood by the door in patriotic attire, waiting to go to her class, and feeling a bit left out on the cake.
When I drove away I thanked God for your school. It's been such a great way to start the school world. You are so happy there and it's so wonderful to know you are well cared-for and well-taught.
I love how you love to learn. I love how you want to build a rocket and go to space, how you want dolphins to pull you in the ocean on waterskis, (when you're 6 or 7,) and how you asked this morning if you could ride on a horse and carriage sometime soon. I love how you are unique; intense, sensitive, creative with a capital "C". You amaze me a hundred ways every day.
I love how you care for your brother and sister. Just last night you went to bed in Madalyn's bed, and she threw her arm around you while I searched for blankies and cups. That's how it is. She rubs you and loves on you, and you smile and receive it. Sometimes you hug her back in a firm embrace and I worry your little necks might snap, so tight is the hug.
You are everything a boy should be: passionate, tender-hearted, wild, intelligent, and usually covered in dirt from head to toe. With your arrival five years ago, I learned the true definition of "blessing." As your name proclaims, you are nothing short from a gift of God.
Love, love, love,
Mommy xoxoxo
