On your birthday, I am remembering you as a baby who loved to sleep in your dad’s arm pit. Even then you were quirky. I am remembering you dancing to the dog that sang, “Who Let the Dogs Out” and once you got healthy, you were the easiest, happiest baby. As you grew up, I saw what an old soul you had. You just got things. You were kind to everybody. You figured out early on how to get the spotlight and have been there ever since. You love to bust a move to hip hop music. You surprised the nurse at your two-year old appointment when she asked you if you knew your ABC’s. You said, “A. B. C. D. E. F. Little Ditty, ’bout Jack and Diane. Two American kids in the heartland. Jackie gonna be a football star…” Then a year later while getting a shot, the nurse said, “Sing a song,” to distract you from the pain. You broke out with, “Red light, yellow light, green light go. Crazy little woman in a one man show.” All of the people in the office were amazed that you knew the words to “Pour Some Sugar on Me.” I am so proud of you. You love things so fiercely and you work hard to be the best you can. I love that you see CF as a mountain in your way and instead of accepting that it is there and won’t move, you either climb over it or chip away at it. You have a twinkle in your eye and an infectious laugh and I know God sent you here to make sure I laugh every single day. I love you with all my heart.
On your birthday, I am remembering the sweetest cheeks ever on a baby. They begged to be kissed and I had no problem spending my days kissing them. I am remembering Shirley Temple curls so blond that I couldn’t believe you were mine. I am remembering how even at 2, you were a girly girl. You let Tommy have the spotlight until you realized you had a way to get it yourself. You would dance for anyone that would watch. You were a “mommy’s girl” right from the beginning and I’m not sure there is a kid anywhere that is more like her mother. Even now, I probably should have watched what I said more often because I hear my words coming out of your mouth. Tommy is two minutes older than you but you are more like the older one. You look out for him all the time. You make sure that he is okay. You are going to make a wonderful mom someday. I watch you with Gia and my heart swells with how much you guys love each other. I am so proud of your loyalty and how even when it is uncomfortable or unpopular, you stand up for what you believe is right. You have a smile that lights up the room when you walk in and when you love, you love with your whole heart. I know God sent you here to show me what unconditional love feels like. I love you with all of my heart.
Happy Birthday Tommy and Belle! May this year be filled with happiness, health, no accidents, minimal drama, success in all you do and very little driving your mom crazy. Love you both!