Silly me.
I
thought my heart was this part of me
that
hit its capacity after I met your dad.
And
when your brother came I thought,
No,
this must be it.
One
heart can't possibly hold any more.
Then
you. Sweet baby you.
You,
who arrived in the warm dark hours
before
spring danced into town.
Like
those lilacs that bloomed on the day you came home,
my
heart expanded with so much love that we floated like clouds
out
of the hospital into the warm spring air.
You,
who we named for a great poet
whose
deep soulful eyes are their own sonnet
to
the wonder and magic of love.
And now you turn 1.
The light from a single, tiny candle will dance in your eyes.
One
little candle that contains
An
entire journey around the sun,
Every
breathless new discovery you made,
Every
single prayer, hope, and wish I have for you.
I
gaze down to my chest where blessedly you still fit.
I see
the rise and fall of your chest with each delicate breath.
Our
hearts beat together mere inches apart.
Somehow
my heart contains all of this love.
Somehow
one candle holds all of my dreams.
They
grow in capacity but never in size.
How
wonderfully peculiar, mystical and sacred these feelings are for you.
Endlessly
multiplied but never divided.
My sweet baby Will. Our world would not be nearly as lovely, fun and joyful if you weren't here with us. With all of my wishes today and for every wish to come,
happy birthday.
