Seven years ago today, I was terrified that you wouldn’t make it through the night. You were so, so tiny. So delicate. I couldn’t touch you, let alone hold you. All I could do was slip my finger into your hand to let you know that I was there for you. I still am, and always will be.
You have grown so much since then, it is hard to believe sometimes.
I absolutely love it when I find you curled up somewhere, completely immersed in your book. I love it when you share what you’ve read with me, because sometimes I end up learning something, too. I love exploring the outdoors with you, learning about different plants and creatures, and climbing trees together. I hope you never lose that passion for knowledge, for adventure.
Happy birthday, Adrian. I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us. xo