My Birthday Boy

Luke,

Two years ago, you were born. Two days ago, I happened to be standing in the very room where you were born, and I recalled how at the moment you entered this world, a ray of sunshine broke through the heavy February clouds. Your name means bringer of light, and from that first moment, you've brought more light to our lives than I could ever imagine.

You bring light to me every morning when I get you out of the crib, and you nestle your sweet head into my shoulder and murmur, "Hi mama." You bring light to me at the darkest time of my day when I have to leave for work, and you sweetly hug and kiss me, but you never, ever cry, like you know how it's already so hard for me. You bring us light with your laughter, your wonder, and the way you're such a boy, but yet you still fold so sweetly into our arms.

No matter what, I promise we'll never take your light for granted.
All of my love, always.