What can I say. This is a bittersweet moment. I want to say something more meaningful, something that matters, but I’m falling short. Wasn’t it only a day ago that I felt your bootie stick out of my belly and felt your little feet kicking? And just an hour ago that I woke up wondering if these are contractions? And a minute ago that I held you for the first time thinking “So *you* are my baby? Are you my Koa? I had no idea you looked like that!” And “I can’t believe I actually have a baby!”
I clearly remember these first few weeks being up with you in the stillness of the night, pumping milk in the glow of the Christmas lights that were decorating our living room, listening to podcast after podcast.
It’s like time stood still for a moment. And then time sped up, you grew and grew and started smiling and giggling and laughing and moving around and being a mom got easier and before I knew it you were rolling over and scooting and crawling and standing and walking. And squeeling and babbling and saying Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya.
And the sun came up every day and set every night and life happened and we travelled to Germany and I went back to work and we moved and you started daycare and there are wars being waged and you had your first cold and then another and a couple accidents and you met your other grandpa for the first time and then he died and you met some of your family at his memorial and you drummed on the big drum and then Voldemort got elected President and we joined Dumbledore’s army. More wars being waged. At home and far away. And you are exploring and learning.
And without realizing it, my love for you has grown and grown and grown to where my heart might burst just thinking about you.
You have the sweetest personality and you’ve shown it to us from the day you were born. Your papa fittingly calls you adventure bear. And I call you Spätzchen. My sweetest bear, my smartest bear, funniest bear, my littlest bear.
We are both very proud of you. Happy Birthday, Koa Reed Corbett.