Nine years ago today I was admitted to the hospital in preparation of your birth. To say that I was scared was an understatement. Utterly petrified might be a more apt description, but even that doesn't quite sum up the emotion. I had no idea what to expect when you were eventually born the following afternoon.
You see Robby, you were my first. You were the first baby I held with the knowledge that I was completely responsible for your every need (at every hour as you would constantly remind me during the first 8 months of your life.) You were the first person that ever caused me to fall hopeless in love. I instinctively surrendered my heart the moment I held you on my chest.
Watching you grow into the wonderful person that you are today has been one of the greatest joys of my life. Sometimes I peer around the corner and spy you playing, perplexed about how the years have flown since I first held you. The world sees a quirky, complex and interesting nine year old boy. My reflections run deeper because when I watch you play, I can still see the baby I held and the unsure toddler taking his first steps. I remain astonished that I am part of somebody so incredible.
You are loved beyond words, and your Daddy and I remain so proud of you. You have flourished this year as you have embraced being a big brother and pushed yourself academically. I know that it hasn't always been easy, but you are strong and never give up for long.
I love listening to you practice the piano and reading your Minecraft books. You love fishing and have aspirations of becoming a gold miner. You see the world as nothing but possibilities and challenges, a perspective I envy.
No matter how busy my afternoon becomes, I am always looking forward to picking you up from school. I truly love spending time with you, whether we be playing or just talking. I love you, and I hope that you have a wonderful birthday.
Happy 9th Birthday to my whimsical, funny, loving, empathetic and smart little Koopa.