He could have been anyone. Two years ago this morning, we had no idea. He could have been Elle or Reese. He could have been Reid or Harrison.
And then. Very late in this day…
He was Jonah. Our Jonah.
He’s been a spitfire since day one and constantly keeps us guessing. Constantly keeps us wondering. And constantly keeps us loving.
He is our second born. Brother to Barrett…Perhaps his very favorite person. But very much the Master of his own Universe. He is 101% rough and tumble. Earns a new bump, bruise or strawberry, daily. He is full of silly and sass. And he can test, test, test. And test he does, does, does. He is a champion snuggler. Can down a whole piece of string cheese in one fell swoop. And he is completely and utterly indecisive.
Though, at times, he can be mentally and emotionally exhausting, this spirited little boy can also make us smile wider than we knew and laugh from the very insides of our belly. He loves and is deeply connected to music. He loves to figure out how things work. He likes books. And spinning. And taking chances. He’s smart as a whip. And he’s a love.
He’s Jonah. Our Jonah. And he is two. Today. How blessed the world is to feel his presence.
Happy birthday, Jonah. You make our family more complete.
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