Happy Birthday, Rocket Man

Two years ago, he rocketed into this world.

His party was wonderful. There was sunshine and cupcakes.


Fun time


And of course, lots of love.

I wish I had more pictures from our amazing day. I wish I'd taken photos of Tommy with everyone who came to his party, but of course, I was too busy visiting and enjoying our day.
Words can't really describe how thankful we are for Tommy in our lives. He is really is joy personified. He lives every moment as if he needs to be fully immersed in it. Unfortunately, this extends into middle of the night moments, too, and he spent all of his last crashing into our room desperately wanting to read his favorite truck book at 1:30AM.

He is mischevious. Oh, is he EVER. Even worse, he's learned to play his mom and dad. If he's caught with something in his hand that he shouldn't have, he immediately puts it on his head, smiles, and says, "My hat!" Every time, without fail. It's so hard to continue to reprimand him and not just laugh at his hat, which sometimes takes the form of leaves he's ripped off a tree, a cheese grater, or a pair of scissors.
He loves to pretend. Spatulas and remotes become phones. He always, always pretends to call Papa (my dad). At his party, when we asked him whose birthday it was, he pointed at my dad and said, PAPA! He still claims it's Papa's birthday.

He is my mama's boy. If he feels uncomfortable or shy, he clings to me. He wants to be held. He loves to cuddle into my shoulder. He's rarely still, but if he is, he's usually near me or on me at that time. Mostly, I don't mind. He is also a boy's boy. He loves trucks, trains, buses, tractors in a fierce way that Luke never did. When we drive down the highway, he yells TRUCK, MAMA, MY TRUCK.

He amazes me daily. I still remember the way he felt against my skin when he was born, the sound of his first cry. I'm so lucky to be his mama.