a birthday letter

dear jonah,

it’s currently 2:49 AM on your second birthday.
you had the hardest time getting to bed tonight.
but i don’t blame you.
you know what today is.
you’re a lad from your mother’s own heart, we live for birthdays.

we added a few extra verses to your baseball song tonight.
“do you have a baseball mitt, a baseball bat.
your baseball shoes. do you have a baseball helmet + some baseball friends.”

baseball is your v e r y favorite thing. dad + i kinda hoped you’d be a basketball lover.
but the way your eyes light up when you hear “baseball”
gives derek jeter a run for his money.
you have dad’s baseball cleats waiting by the door every night he gets home from work.
you sleep with your baseball hat + talk me into a bat every time we go to the store.
you woke up wanting a glass of milk twice tonight,
but you were really scheming for a way to get to your mitt.
we love your love for baseball.

tonight as we rocked on the swing,
you put your head on my shoulder + pretended to be asleep.
i fell for it. twice.
45 minutes later you f i n a l l y fell asleep + i snuck out of your room.
grandma + i just covered your floor with yellow birthday balloons,
so when you wake up – – – you’re going to go nuts.

jonah, i am so lucky to be your mom.
you have more energy than i have in my dreams, but i love you for it.
today is going to be full of all of your favorite things.
i can’t wait to see your face when you realize all of your favorite people
are here to celebrate y o u!
you probably won’t remember it, but that makes it even better.

i love you more than you will ever know.
happy birthday my dear.

love,
mom