Ryan… For a long time you were just a dream. The dream from which I could not awake… that taught patience. that was worth the wait. You are my first born. The wiggling recipient of first-time mothering… of underwhelming technique. of overwhelming love. For a time you were my only dream. Then more dreams became your brothers… to divide my attention. to multiply my love. You are my original dream. The dream that I get to live everyday… to wake and keep dreaming. to hug and kiss in wiggling resistance. Happy 8th birthday Ryan. I love you. I can’t help but pinch myself…



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  1. Well said! I think that’s exactly how I feel about my first born! Happy Birthday Ryan!

  2. Happy Birthday Ryan. Now if you let Mommy and Daddy take an afternoon nap, they might dream you a little sister.

  3. This was fantastic, sweetie…I know exactly how you feel, and you did a beautiful job of portraying it.

    Jay