It was about this time two years ago that I was sitting in the bed in the delivery room and Marc had Luke in his arms and was waiting for my parents to bring Madeline to the hospital to meet her new baby brother, who had, at 7:51pm, made a quick getaway from my body. What a wonderful moment that was — seeing our little boy who looked so much like his daddy and the first glimpse of Madeline walking through the hospital door with her airplane balloon present leading the way. It was so nice and quiet that night at the hospital. The room was a little bit dim and I remember feeling a lot of love and wonder.
And now the boy is two years old and talking and running and getting into all sorts of things. He counts "one, two, fee, foh, nigh, sic, sebby, eh, NIGH!!" and is learning new words everyday, though most of his time is spent jabbering unintelligibly and talking about Dora. Luke is a real joy. He’s outgoing and affectionate (he wanted to give one of my drum students a kiss goodbye last Monday…). His eyes are so bright and his smile and chuckle make your heart happy. The years have been good to him. (I can say that now that he’s lived more than one, singular year.) And I know good things are in store for him.
Here are the pictures from the day. For our kids birthdays we decorate the kitchen the night before (this year Madeline helped us, too) in the "theme" of the party (this time, Jay Jay the Jet Plane) and spend too much money on helium balloons. Then in the morning we go to their rooms with one balloon for them and sing "happy birthday". Their present from us waits on the kitchen table, and they enjoy a Dutch treat for breakfast — toast with chocolate sprinkles (it’s good, trust me). Then we go about the day (this morning I had to be at the church 10 minutes after Luke got up, so I missed most of his Jay Jay excitement as he got to play with his new Tarrytown airport and wooden figurines, but what can you do?). We have the grandparents, great grandparents, aunt, uncle and cousins over for supper and presents and cake. And usually after a few tears, the kids are put to bed, one year older. But I like these little traditions. They probably bring me as much (or more) pleasure than the kids. And today was a really good day. Happy Birthday, Luke!!!